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All I care about it this beautiful,
wondrous,
ponderous,
distraction of mine,...
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For I am the writer
who will give them a story.
For I am a lighter,
and my flame gives me glory,...
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Too impatient,
to ever be free,...
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She WILL fall,
if there is no bridge,
between the buildings in her mind,...
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I get the crust and the gristle of a thistle once a missile shooting out into the sky
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Curves and lines become my only thought,...
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