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Forecasts were raining over me,
but I was already wet...
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There is an intersection
within my imagination...
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Ink seeps down, again,
Scratches, reflections, soap dust...
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I want to be worth more than your money.
Stop looking...
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Tomorrow...
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Did you love this city’s winter murk?
the fog settling on the river...
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You can't promise that
it will be different now...
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smoldering words ignite again...
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I write by the light of the moon
where I find the most comfort...
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Ode to the man who once learned to weep,
Ode to the winter, the shepherd and his sheep...
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I think I'll just climb inside
my mind for a while...
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Under every dark, hidden corner -
there is a soul buried within mossy tears...