It's written in here all that hurts
it's written in here all that laughs
it's written in here all that wants
it's written in here all that waits
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the whip of your love
opened the wounds ripe for the blood
the bitterness of your lips
it opened the thought for a death
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no road for this map
no train for this ticket
I've got nothing
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a little life I write
under the fingertips
sharpening the rulers
opening the compasses
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when the winds denied the air
the fences broke set the rivers free
into infinity
the sorrowed stirred the rainbow colours
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the sunflowers will fly away
there will be a candle on a sill
from the cups now filled with salt
the yearning will flow into the sea
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A lovely child of beautitude
Breaks a toy of life under the fingers
Breathes in what takes a breath away
Dies its own immortality
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You said -it is seven o'clock
And this has not been filled yet
And this hour still strikes the night-
-Here's a moment here's a moment-
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Bestows eternity unto you…who
The dates are biting the memories
Your footstep trapped in brand new shoes
Buried in a brand new shirt
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The midnight toll in the clock
Maybe Sunday maybe never
I spit the pigeon onto my palm
A crying handprint
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