And i tried loving people

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the silent version
of her

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the way where we write
thy words as thee wobbly hymns
that lapse as haiku

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People are thus growing obsolete magic,
digging silent graves of their loud wands

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She wasn't selfish this time

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And when we
decide to look not
in their lives

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....

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finding the right way
to keep smiling

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Nothing , but
she will sundry this love
to engrave its petals
beneath the words

And will envy
this dry flower
for still breathing
the fragrance of your hands

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And then she started searching
for the synonyms of peace
in your eyes

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