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again because again I am a personall of the virtue you think is worthwhile,it's just love, stale love so homesick and far awayto be honest I’m t..
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I want to be blind and travel the world through motionleft and right with no certainty, oceans of mountains of desertstracing every circle in the sky ..
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there's a sheet of construction paper outside my windowshadowy trees and houses are drawn on I'm confused because I don't remember who drew them anymo..
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where are the roses in your words?give me something to write downbecause I don't like being here, it hurtsthe disease stings my head and wrists throug..
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you're a rocket shipa stainless, blameless, loveless mark in timealright? the walls caved in on me actually I think you burned them downit's a complim..
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here I am againsitting on my knees in the wooden estate of this churchit’s on fire, I swear I can smell it in your clothesbut don’t worry,..
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There's a fire in my closetand the whole damn world's pressed against the windowlooking in on what I've mistaken for the answerbreathing in, breathing..
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happy holidaysfor the massesthe lower classesthe half empty glassesthe girls that you meetnearly naked in the streetno consequences for their feetso r..
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there's a market down the streetselling pictures of peoples' feetthere are tennis shoesand moccasinsand sandals even though it's so cold it's so coldi..
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this ship's sinking like the temperatureof a small little boyhis body was on fire, but now he's healthy and we're goneunder the waves as the mercury s..
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