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Xxl.
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5 by Poet on the Piano
Smoky pine, cedar, and cloves
haunt the grove close to home...
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These days, I use this place as my bolt hole. Down...
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blue tits strip lichen
above an ice cold stream whilst...
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ah, ah, ah. . .
Atishoo...
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I wanna be a cloud in a desert
so that when I become mad...
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for jenny wren flew in the glen
amongst the bush and bramble stems...
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From the waist down,
you're bruised with judgement...
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I once heard some wisdom from a friend, would you...
I see you nodding at your screen, so maybe I'll...
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exhausted with the expectations
leave me barefoot in heavy snow...
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You rose up to
meet me...
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the sky closes her eyes
and you feel your body...
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in tree tops they perched
like feathered decorations...