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I don't find words.
Words will find me crying,
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It was oneness,
which brought my poetry
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Often,
I will return to myself,
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I was worried.
A deviant had lost the shape,
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After the
elective execution,
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The wind was in your hair,
I will bring the
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This was a shock treatment.
Becoming friends
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The moon titled her head
and went inarticulate
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It insults the─
primitivism. Hypothermia, you
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A fugitive moon
appeared, after the blaze of the sun,
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