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Imagined Thoughts V
I'm starting to believe that life, after all,
is just a collection of inconvenient moments.
is just a collection of inconvenient moments.
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A Song For April
Where are the songs of April?
What are the songs of April?
Somewhere we are born
somewhere we die.
The white midday heat
the rough edges of the iron railings
leave nothing but bruises,
reminding you of your own mortality.
A blot in my eye.
Where is the rain?
What are the songs of April?
Somewhere we are born
somewhere we die.
The white midday heat
the rough edges of the iron railings
leave nothing but bruises,
reminding you of your own mortality.
A blot in my eye.
Where is the rain?
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