after the war,
what do we do
with the guns
and the machetes?
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hello journey people hello
welcome to these pages
these are the stages on our journey
hello, goodbye.
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i wish you whole
as words water a flower
beneath the yellow rays of yearnings
beyond the reach of growling pains
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this heart is built around
string songs of tears and its
occasional joys and endearments
born to ‘boogey' beyond its melancholies
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- hey music man
promise you will live a long
very long time
and when you die one day
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