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When you look at me,
I own a childish smile...
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I painted patterns tonight.
Only the problem is, I stencilled along the...
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There's something nostalgic about
dimly-lit roads and faded footpaths...
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Un-rolling parchment from a skeletal rod...
I glance upwards for the last time...
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Deathly stench drifts in the shadows tonight
eerie sounds nip on ears, burdened shackles...
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I am in the fragile reflection looking back at...
as you run your slightly pressed fingers...
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The summer sun was broken then,
its warmth drifting...
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Nicolas heard a sad tune
inviting him towards itself...
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If you could see the woods behind me
tall, quiet and yellow...
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I know this sand artist,
who speaks beautiful stories...
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Why haven't you told me
the real reason you had...
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Black clouds burst to rain,
raindrops perch on her eyelids...