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Your fingers in my hair Your hand on my cheek Your...
Of groove Uniform tight Laced up boots Heavy, awkward Laser light...
The days roll past like a red rubber Ball And the...
A wounded solider watches over Four graveless headstones Generations of family...
Now I lay my head to rest My weary bones put...
I have known you from afar Often I have seen your...
She sits Faded green velvet chair He stares Through smoke filled...
Swarm of thoughts caress my skull Yes, heat To beat the...
Oh, the joy of pen and hand Coming together To create...