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My mind bleeds poems like it never did |
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And ink rivers cry over empty papers. |
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Inspiration resurges from its ashes, |
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Words spread like a devotional song |
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In an ancient tongue, |
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And this vertical union |
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Separates a shared sweat. |
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Why are you back? |
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Our farewell was so sorrowful. |
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Why are you back? |
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I didn't call you. |
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Thanks for coming, I really |
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Missed you. |
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Thanks for coming, I never |
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Said I love you. |
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You bit the hand that fed your soul |
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You were not happy |
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You crushed such a sacred illusion |
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You thought there was not enough. |
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Now, like a snake, your skin |
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Is in contact with the ground |
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And you can see a phoenix |
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Flying higher and higher |
