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If I could burn your memory, / like your poems, promises, lies, / I would build a bonfire to light the night skies. / And sit and listen to the crackling wood, / and watch the smoke rise and dis
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I had a friend once. A good friend.
I shared some of my emotions-in-verse; published a page or two... -
The stars sing melodies that can be heard
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Life is a blur, but everything is perfectly clear;
clear to the point of feeling it in the very air you breathe, the very things you touch, the very dreams -
Something tells me that the sun doesn't shine anymore.
Even though I see it every day, -
A slight, hushed sound,
like the breathing of the wind,
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