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Sweep |
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Brought @ U by McSilence |
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The floor you walk on is smooth. |
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There is no ground there. |
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Magic begins with blood. |
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Outside, there are trees, |
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With concrete under their roots. |
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But I have passed the tombs of kings, |
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Regaled them with pacing, |
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checked bins for food and wrappings. |
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I have scoured the seas for miles, |
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cloaked my face with ash. |
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My fingertips opening, |
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accepting my time. |
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The dark cylinders of half-smoked cigarettes |
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For me, I am your sorrow |
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Calling in your dreams |
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For me, I am your shadow |
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Howling in the streets |
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Tomorrow, I will walk the streets |
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And steel myself for the familiar. |
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Your eyes |
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Will not settle, a hunger. |
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You re be happier in your grave. |
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When we meet, share stories, |
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you stretch me. I see, |
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I see a semi-circle of teeth. |
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The dark cylinders of half-smoked cigarettes |
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For me, I am your sorrow |
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Calling in your dreams |
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For me, I am your shadow |
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Howling in the streets |
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