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Sometimes I sit in the park I die in the dark And I long for you I hear whispers in my ear Once again I'm screaming Oh wait! No, I'm screaming in happy thought A process to ponder A process to grow from Can I express myself even if it's black, mystic and spew I am a po-et Po-et-ing Po-et-ic
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Aug 25, 2014
Aug 25, 2014 at 3:26 PM UTC
....on dying
Sometimes I sit in the park I die in the dark And I long for you I hear whispers in my ear Once again I'm screaming Oh wait! No, I'm screaming in happy thought A process to ponder A process to grow from Can I express myself even if it's black, mystic and spew I am a po-et Po-et-ing Po-et-ic
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Aug 25, 2014
Aug 25, 2014 at 3:26 PM UTC
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