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My feet dance along
your melodies like...
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If I could erase my memory, believe me id do it...
If I could give myself a concussion, id be running...
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There was darkness; hidden
deep from the light of Mother Moon...
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I wanted to die in fire,
to fade into the setting sun...
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2015-05-26
Charismatic breezes of lost potential...
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4 AM and still awake,
having glances with midnight trains...
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I'm heading home
only a few more miles to go...
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The whispers spread
through the breeze...
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We look for landmarks,
familiar spots in roads...
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I cling to my hairbrush,
Genetically attached...
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Soft quiet breeze
flows through out...
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I have written poems on a notepad
not on a piece of paper. I use a keyboard...