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When the day begins and the kids awake,
The toys at hand, I feel they shake...
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april, with bloodied fists, heaving breath finds
respite where your clavicle meets your sternum...
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Weak as I am
I walk up this hill...
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immured to a dreamland where you run
rampant; let me confess one thing...
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ah, ah, ah. . .
Atishoo...
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Moon,
watch over me...
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I run
too quickly...
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Sun of salt;
I vanished quietly...
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The light did not flicker today,
the room felt empty...
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Broken
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2 by stormingdance (Lessa Herron)
If I'm to be broken
I'll shatter my own image...
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By grassy edge of gallant pines,
I breathe the effervescent spring...
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I wish that you could see
The true & real me...