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I am a gadfly |
From their green fragrance
watermelons are bleeding...
Birds are as free as
they are trapped in between the...
The bright blade of truth
I draw from the sword sheath of...
His swords never seek
death or vengeance, they only...
Love me incomplete,
the way I am, otherwise...
The Inquisition burned the scientist
to prove their God...
Let me be indebted
to my depth...
I hope you are ready
for the death you made of me...
I asked: Where could I live?
He said: Between the mirror profiles...
Surviving the night,
the new blossom has no choice...
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Sometimes pure honesty |
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Man is free only when |
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We never are |