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perhaps the problemwas that you would cut what blossomsto prove to othersthere were flowers around stand alonedo not pluck it awayyou are growingwhere others cannot
now at the endand long ways from a beginningi cannot remember,i am remindedthat life is simplya series of slumped goodbyesfilled with the stutter stepsof hellossaid in between do you hear that silence? it is all of us in unioson,chanting your name,soon enough
it took many deathsof ito live a littlewith you would i take it all again yes yes yesdo no tbe mistaken i was not ibefore you
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