Just another unproven start,
and a day of tattoos broken loose.
Unencumbered by the events that were to come by
Untouched by the spring
and the sprigleaves of broken slumber;
Astonished at how it could never
how it could never...
Yes it was seen all at once,
together with a few pockets full of lime
and a cup of malt
it was all there...
another time we had for us to walk down the foyer,
by the morning streets littered with used tea leaves and pan stains,
and I saw, I saw the end, another end
in the coffee place,
in another chair, just another chair
by the cold cold glass counter of confectionaries
and their aspiring freshness.
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