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I mourned you in this city.
Walking circles over the bricks of Faneuil...
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This empty atrium
has a high ceiling...
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The wizard stood at the edge of the gate,
A portal to a realm of chaos and hate...
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I went into the bookstore today.
You know the one...
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Afterall you said, you
Beat me and made me...
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I
saw your...
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you are laden with light –
lambent like morning skies...
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is it the madness of the
artist who is fueled by...
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This loneliness runs rampant
in and out of my soul, sending...
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As sunshine rays do come to bless the day
I pray that Midas touch may find your way...
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Please don't call me beautiful
Until you've seen my scars...
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Falling, pour, moody
I can relate to the rain...