Vagrants
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The bouncing bed
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Carries the song of broken hearts

From star to star

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What should I do?

Should I tell you I love you or just throw some money
Down on the floor?

Does it really matter?

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We don't have what the other wants

We don't have the courage to talk about it

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Vagrants

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The poem

Like our *******

Finally end

..

Disappearing

Fruitless

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Except unto the simple eyes of he who would hold

He who would
Know

Nurture
And

Love
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In a singular moment of pure understanding