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Clay
turned concrete for the dirt to soften
And
the walls are high but the tide is infinite,
A
winter so long and the soul is lurking
And
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It is long past midnight. He is situated on his sofa
watching TV with a lighted cigarette in his mouth. The room is empty, the
streets are devoid of..
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Lightening struck the timeless primordial tree,From his stardust I emerged, and onto dust we turn,Born out of a color, tuned onto a seed,Behold the gr..
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You only live twice so it seems,
Once for yourself and once in your dreams.
Once in virtue or by dishonest means,
For man is crude to the air..
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In the horizon, he slyly lurks and schemes
Sizing his prey from the all-mountainous summit,
A hermit of the mountain, antique are his means
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