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I. The lost, forgotten beach Lies still and unseen, Driftwood and footprints Living memories undreamed. II. Stoned is the heathen heart A mounting terror of placated parts; Perched on islands Dribbling memories, A mandated scar. Flail about with our hearts, Ignore the arts, We make our way regardless. Our love digs deep For more than cash in the purse, Your way to disperse Greed as an unbudding seed. We may look forward We may look back, The historian knows our call The musician hears it all; The tracks are set Paths our feet pet, We’ll remember the words You’ll long regret and wish to forget.
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Return to the empty beach Where the sea lost its breeze, A lonely peculiar scene Ravishing stones at my feet. II. The me inside me is not the me that I see He is someone else smoking cigarettes by the tree, A crooked elbow rests in alleyway cafés Blowing smoke blooms into the summer drenched skyway.
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The great and empty beach Where stones lay unwashed; Sun burn scolds pitted face Logs leave off what is lost. II. If I had stayed, I would surely have committed suicide, It was in my mind, Like the absence of a lifeline Keeping me safe as it pulls me in. I had nobody, And nobody had me. Even now That seems not so far away, A guessing game: - How do you unwind loneliness, - Reverse the trend of solitude? “You pushed everyone away” Voices echo from the cave, You all pushed me away, A life I had to save. I did not know how to live, Their lives were theirs, Mine was mine; I was not one of them, Just one of me, All the time, All the time.
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