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the mother and the child

//

Some talk of love

;:;


We are hardly human anymore

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In the death that stalks the night

We wander

We write love letters

To demons and saints

:;:

Will we ever see a dawn that is not

Just a fantasy come to mind ?

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(?)

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The girl walks home

Surrounded by the desires of the weak

""""

She cries out

//

She fears the darkness of the alleyways

Where we write our poems and songs

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we talk of love



But we do not love



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