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wherever I
am
ashamed
of this survival
four
winds and seven seas
friends!
our
bread is broken
home
is turns
around
the globe
years
themselves
an
ocean
in
a dream
the
ring of time collapsed
we
merry-go-round, the
keys
you
first forget what's automatic
everything
we've smelt before
is
less the more you sniff
there
was that girl who went under
we
don't say
lame
now
that
bloke who took too much
too
often, should have taken care
this
little hair on my chest
meek
with revelations
already
I am receiving
the
broadcasts from the future
the
drift of old friends
demands
a funeral
in
a spray of spring flowers
of
gunfire
come
running
Homes so far away, yes must be difficult.
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