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Our love has become a barren field, useless for plowing…red clumps so dry to the touch turn black with the gentle kiss of ghostly women and chi..
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Scattered and torn,
Like those gypsies
Dancing on the grass
Before dawn.
Once I had lied.
The truth I cried,
But no one believed.
So in my..
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I followed a dream
Down a path in the rain.
I followed the avenue
Down to the clear cut view
Of lions and tigers
Standing like dusty images
Way ..
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