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These days cold water trickles at my feet.
Where rivers flowed with willows - envy in their...
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I like drinking types of coffee
some that even taste like toffee...
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A thief stole the room's
atmosphere the day I heard...
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Where did you go,
that you could not find...
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In the shade of your heart
memories kick away doubts...
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My soul has become parchment paper.
Frayed, around a silhouetted frame...
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I lie down on the forest floor
And look up at the trees...
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The massacre was committed too early this morning,
maybe at 3am...
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I haven't forgotten you...
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I'm not a poet,
I'm not a melody...
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My pen too has done
great injustice to you...
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Sadness it may bring.
in your heart when you hear...