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she listens as the night
keeps counting down her days...
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When I don't hear from you
a world in me goes missing...
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Flow means this moment.
Now flows like a candle light...
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my senses can sometimes betray me
some days my ears can hear what my eyes cannot see...
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In that cafe I penned my poems
pinned a living butterfly of my heart...
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The moon,
draped in a curtain of silk...
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I plant my feet firmly into the softened soil,
Digging in my toes until they become my roots...
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Green makes
the world...
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For the nurses they are old lesions
but for the patients...
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I don't know how many shots of vodka
I've had, definitely more than two, clear liquid...
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I still remember the first time
Your chest pressed against mine...
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Gender roles...