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Nothing more to write,
nothing much to say...
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From the bowels of depression
grow sepia buildings tall...
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It's true so many flowers bloom with water,
but you do not - you bloom with love, my love...
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I was a disfigured fox,
disappearing into a fog of dead wood and winter...
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Every time i look at the mirror
Disappointment is what i see...
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Embedded within the ground,
The roots which cry but give no sound...
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The violinist hit her chin
with her bow, I bow...
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Old man still a child
rubs mist from a tram window...
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There are times when I get lost in memories,
listening to old ones croon tunes that...
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She now denies the god
he brought out in her...
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Spirited, vibrant rainbow
was the soul that bathed...
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There is a rainbow
crossing the midnight sky...