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Forgive my being
A little melancholy
It rains on some days
Powder blue and clear skies
Streaming chrome yellow sunlight
Good morning my love
Hola Amigo!
It's hot and you've got a drink
Hope it's not water
She
And when I saw her
Eyes shining, looking at me
No one else would do
I will and must dream
but what you think may be right
Loves my ******
Scratch through the coating
To metal, then acid dip
clean, ink, pounce, and print
Thank you again for the inspiation Bala
Dry rusty brown leaves
Feet make crackles and whispers
Alone with my thoughts
When my last thoughts fall
Like coins through Charon's digits
Who will hear them ring
Picked up the pieces
Glued them tight within my breast
And caught the next bus
you called me today
from somewhere so faraway
I held my phone close
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