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Aging eyesore |
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nearly nowhere |
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found, unearthed |
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a moment burst with all of us |
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relfecting dust in the oh, most high (oh, most high) |
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as morning light bled |
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over glass white |
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burned out daylight |
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plain and just |
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as i turned, it thurst its softly worn |
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the newly born |
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in the hardly there (hardly there) |
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Who rests... |
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in dust? |
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Who moves... |
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in air? |
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(our lives |
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erased |
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our lives |
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erased |
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our lives |
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our lives |
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our lives) |
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Swollen nowhere |
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breathes, |
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laughs |
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don't you see? |
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All this time (all this time) |
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all this space (all this space) |
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all these words |
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(our lives |
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our lives) |
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(swollen nowhere |
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breathes, |
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laughs |
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don't you see?) |
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(all this time |
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all this space |
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all these words) |
