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You wanted to be covered
with dahlias, unmeasuring―
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The fractured core,
a broken faith, there was
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And my love, when do we talk
of wilderness
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Centrality suffers.
A poem
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Do not measure zany,
yourself. When did you become
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After finding the pulse,
you become a man-eater.
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The interstellar
reticence, becomes the
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When the time faults, it
becomes metaphysical for me―
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This age of depression―
Do you hear―
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Unstitch my memories,
I have come home,
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