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Aug 2012
Stretched across
Spread thin against the parking lots
Blood and pavement

Burnt ideas crammed through
The hole in your head
What is there to grasp for?

Fill up the lonely seats
Smooth down the goosebumps
Wait for the surprise
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   Weeping willow
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