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I lay there looking up. The ceiling is white,
peeling paint; showing a crack (or two...
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You became my own child
though birthed from another man...
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And...
as a rusting boat slouched sulkily...
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I drink you not to get drunk, but to forget;
downing the peppery, red liquid...
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Contrasting colours
of nature shine equally...
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Do they know, what it's like?
Visuals emerge, inside my head...
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Eyes will be windows
to the soul unless you are...
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Her love slowly died
as he smirked with cruel delight...
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I'm a dancer
in my head...
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My loves will never know-
unless they read the lines I write...
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These days cold water trickles at my feet.
Where rivers flowed with willows - envy in their...
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....and, that's where I found you
asleep on the garden swing...