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When the day begins and the kids awake,
The toys at hand, I feel they shake...
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the first time you spoke my name – years after,
i wondered if my name tasted bitter to you...
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april, with bloodied fists, heaving breath finds
respite where your clavicle meets your sternum...
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I cannot choose a favourite place
From what has not yet been erased...
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The day a man kneels down to listen up
And hears the heart of Mother Earth alive...
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Nature never hides
And naturally accepts...
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If you see a man
beaten down on the ground by depression itself...
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They always asked
who you are...
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From a murky window, I watch you disappear
Through dusty picture albums, your face is not so...
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Poetry attends to Em's
Lonely state of mind and...
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and there you were, delicately cupped between...
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a tsunami of
hope and fear Crush down on the...