History stones people.
They stoned Moses, David and Linclon,
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Thoughts are like butterflies in the sun.
Blinded by the light,
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She's young like me
we met in a parking lot
filled with two-passenger cars.
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I turned my blood into ink
and spilled it on a vienless sheet
and I sent it to through the bodiless
channels called mail.
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Imagine climbing a tower
with a telescope on its roof.
Imagine the corridors you'll pass
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