Well I Really

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Well I really don't know to say

having spoken

escaping from the dreams that used to be

you find the cost only a token

of rides too you know when

one the sky the other the sea

And your private devils come creeping

up from the bay

My dreams are not just green - red , so why

do others' leak of only gray seeping ?

is this because of what we are

adjacent lights around a yellow star ?

And while I try to wrote these words ,

just to polish my tongues to a subtle sheen ,

I know that beside you my poetry

is only obscene

by not being in flight

so many birds

having spoken ,

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