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White as charcoal,
Black as snow.
Heavy as bluesmoke,
Light as uranium.
These are what I am going to be.
I saw my self reflected in a grain of ..
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Automatic writing
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Automatic writing
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Who am I?
I have no face.
I have no shapes.
I have no voice.
You can’t see me.
You can’t catch me.
You can’t shut me up.
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They want me back
They want me back,
They want me back home.
I don’t want to go,
I really don’t want to go.
Those voices again,
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The course of life in the sea paranoia
Wonderful and tragic the course of life.
Caged in a circle, prisoner of time.
There is a way to e..
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No echoes in our Valley
We met,
But I didn’t think it could have ever been,
But it happened, to us, like that.
No words,
Just gestures,..
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Little song for Madeline
Taken away by someone unknown.
When you will be back nobody knows.
You are just a young English rose.
Life is nothing..
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Please, don’t go.
Stay there.
Don’t leave.
I want to tell you something about you.
So please, don’t go.
Stay there.
Don&..
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A poem about war, a poem about life, a poem about death.
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