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Pots
brewing on the burners of these corroded...
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In the roots,
I find my past feeding from the present...
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Heads keep bending down
Fingers move at a rapid pace...
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How much can I take
Before my heart completely breaks...
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Their gifting spirits
live on in their absence...
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She wrote out her name
On the sand where we walk...
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Living lies
Live in lies...
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I feel the flesh become weak,
The brain becoming hollow...
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Swing-swing,
from her earring...
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I was dreaming of dying again.
on a comfortable couch...
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Can you imagine
if you turned your head around...
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I marched this road before
Treacherous Terraine...