The small girl was sold like a slave
The middle man cuddling her with a candy
The fat house wife suffered blues
From the riches in her neighbors
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Some flowery speech
Comatose
Was not unlike
Music from reed
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Butterflies in pairs
Racing for highest flights
Birds on the stems now in trees
Music of silence some sweet songs
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The city of dreams
In conspiracy with nature
Too long indulgence
When it lay bare
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From nothing to being
And from being to nothing
Long way
The question of if
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The transcendental value
Put upon the word crazed
Otherwise the word insane
Her sounds not commonly intelligible
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My hands heal
My hands grow
I shall rise too
This murder will cause you
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Guilt is not to be doubted Franz Kafka wrote
The human has been tied to the guilt of not having done
What said the God or his prophets what the society ordained
What the preachers say the first man was killed
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