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I
Shall
Pick myself with the ashes
Of these rhymes

And
Saturate my cavity walls
With the very of your smiles

Although
I feel no crush into pieces
It seems
I'm way-lost in these puzzles

Yet
Sweet nostalgic hymns
But I feel like I'm moving circus in oxymoron
I'm walking over hills the rains
Yet my head twirls beneath the vallies

I
Am confused
Like any of these
Falling stars amidst the universe

But
How do I fuse
These words you speak in obscure
A piece..

I'm confused anyways

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