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Is it a choice,
To allow the winds of other’s storms...
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Cicadas thrum,
their golden net a hammock for memories of summer...
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Are you gone?
Nah, I’m still here...
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i don’t know, I wish I knew
but i don’t know...
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All night you were
talking to moon in dance...
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Kiss me goodbye -
Wrap your hand around my throat...
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My eyes that only light for you
When you make them stray...
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Life draw features
with each of which...
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We don't talk anymore..
You don't love me no more...
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Before you decide
whether you are infected...
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An old rocking chair
Creaking on the sunlit porch...
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Again a forest
walks, wounded and broke...