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I am a desert cactus,
kept on a windowsill,
in a windy, heartbroken city
in the North.
And the window is always open.
While my spiney back craves..
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I'm no good at music
but I like to think
I can say what I mean--I hope you'll listen to me.The songs I hear in my headare for me alone to listenbec..
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