I can call it mine
if I lay down my weary head sit at a table or dine
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he brought joy
we famed his pain
he played himself a toy
we slapped him in disdain
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upon the Moon's white bonfire
celia bright celestina depart
touchstoned fool poet and a liar
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paint my hands in dragons
paint my back in windings
paint my arms in lightening
paint my neck in anks
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Ce n’est pas important
On dis, mon Dieu
Parfois, je pense, mais
Je veux dire avec une question
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it's been days and months
it'll be years...forever
no one leaves unless they're left
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when a filled up space of sorrow
a jigsaw of mixed emotions
cried for emptiness
more tolerable than pain
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I log I feel an urge
to delet everything I've posted
and instead I start writing
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Hail a wave do come here
Give foam of sighs in mother’s milk
Hail a wave please no fear
Won’t touch your hidden fibers of silk
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Last night I asked the drop
what nobody had dared to ask before
I said
come on, isn't it time you washed my face
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