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...with weary steps and mindless breath,
unto the day, ongoing Death, finding a crown, following suit, query be damned, forbidden fruit. ...Toffears
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...There are some people at the window,
in the graveyard, by the station. I can see them, I can see. They seem happy, celebrating. I can see them, I can see. There is a view of wooden dwellings, no bitterness, by a lake, inside a forest. Can you see them? Can you see? These are the people we could have been. Life in the valleys, far from the city, and day to day we could have been. Stop this train. Stop this train. I am… Not what you are. Not what you seem. ...Toffears ...in the quiet of the mind,
lies the mending of the heart. ...Toffears A thought occurs,
obscured forthwith. It was a word, now is a ghost, a pointless verse, unclaimed by all, unclaimed by birth. We follow shadows that are not ours. Stillborn, as we are. ...Toffears |
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