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Midday tea-taker,thoughts cast to calmer places.Her name tastes purple.
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Gentlest ripples,crash upon the farthest shores.No voice goes unheard.
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Sitting in the rain,passersby take no notice.Humming to myself.
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Safe from prying eyes,chained up in bonds of iron.Safe from loving hearts.
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Feel how the earth moves,one candle lighting millions.Drops in still water.
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Medicine bottle,my stuporous lullaby.Dead walls hear sighing.
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Scorning the dead winds,light heart, down the maw of death.A feather, adrift.
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Whispers on the wind,flowing through lonely wastelands.Honey on wormwood.
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Mouthfuls of ocean,a mast tumbles below waves.Thoughts become clouded.
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A bright place above,colors shimmering in air.Rain asks forgiveness.
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