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cold and empty streets



like cold empty days



batteries and cellophane



your two poems were good



is what i tried to say



i had to force my self to speak the



entire time



and i got nowhere that haven't been before



such a mess and twisted



my back and this reed



even though i created it



i'll conventionally blame steed



twisted white bars



made to look pretty



it's happened before



and nowest you break this heart



but i wouldn't call it a pity



blood drawn from so far



Rebecca pink



and the bars



it shall happen once more



out of africa



the earrings or star?