21.1.11

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how about, ripping short all the finger nails ,
So the moon wont raise
and the blue wont come
and the heart wont hurt
and my eyes dont see.
And my heart doesnt beat
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And it all closes thin.


But it was all jokes.
So I have just another morning overcoming my ivory madness.
And days , and days, and days, once more.

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