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I am a yellow flower

In a field of golden dreams

Trying to reach out to you

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The leaves of green death have dispersed

Into the transparent wind.

Will you not rekindle my spirit?

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We are just watching the clock

until the last tick

is upon us.

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I am here

And you are somewhere

Somewhere

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What is life

But a flicker of a candle

In the cold wind

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I try and paint with my mind

But your touch is in

The way

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Platinum shaken in the rain

she left me standing there

disintegration sway recklessly on the tip

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I remember when I was just a kid

My father after having supper

Would drive up to Jakes delicatessen

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A storm on the winter’s edge

Of love

The long days

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Writing is everything

writing is the blue within the sky

that whistle within the wind

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