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left as
a gift...
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I label my tears
by the number...
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..of man's lost war, I sail my boat,
to live and keep my hopes afloat...
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At night I dream of suns so bright
Of flowers wilting up with fright...
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If you don't love me, then, do I love me?
For I within that love do view me whole...
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I drive to many places.
I meet many people...
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5-6-19
I may not have grown up like you...
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A thread caught in my eye
as I looked, by and by...
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Summer fails me often
as pastels blend with...
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Mother Nature against the world
when anger strikes the air is fuming...
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Her words become shortened
as each day is knitted into the final...
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You know I miss how we were
When I think back to the start...