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Naught is promised, our time here, we borrow
Yesterday's gone, though we can hope for tomorrow...
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They ask me where I was born
like if the place where I come from...
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I've found out why I have few friends,
why phones lay quiet in my hands...
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I am a child of darkness
pain resides within...
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A flower
sitting on the side of the road...
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Waiting for change
Can't move forwards or back...
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You are somewhere between day and night,
I believe few people are made of daylight...
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Have you seen the waves that drip from the sky -
bound by the Earth and the faces of tides...
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How did you find yourself flat on your back with...
Your heart is heavy and you threaten to choke on...
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In the lap of nature
peace serenades...
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You are not water,
maybe one day when your bed turns cold...
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The penned sadness of a poetess
as evident in the threads...