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mystery is a woman mother, meter, rhyme
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Intamcy at height
is being
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my face does not need wiping
of the dirt i gained in play
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It is by way of fear that i call to you
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if i could see light coming softly and waltz tenderly with being
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I have seen stars since i was child
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searching for your child
lost in flash-light
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my body is scarce about
my memory of you
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eyes once pulsing wonder now lie
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You sent me a tear flower
made from white tissues
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I cry out to the last sight of a moon it's crescent
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This morning i noticed that i
have five toes
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It is a work of art this moment
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It was'nt raining The sun shone on shame-black spots
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while walking today, waves of bluebells
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gripping chair no seat for the senses
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Cloud bursts; stasis
springs a sea
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my child looks anxiously out through the window pane
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from womb of silence
arises sound,
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wish 1 - that i would have been loved as a child
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heightened fear swells
'neath pill-white moon
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Air-port
was our meeting point
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I like cheese for breakfast for lunch and dinner too
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my family are wrapping gifts underneath my room
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your hand
seamlessly extends love
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formed in fear finger points in judgement
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It is painful to look
as clock ticks
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train still ringing in ears searching for yesterdays news
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orphan hurt is residue hold.
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In a greyscale world of war
and discarded mounds of bones
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eyes fixed on destination
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where rules once gilded golden
are released in subtle hues
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How oft do i court constance in my bleat and my bark
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