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Whisk the foam off the top of this dismal dusk,

Oh shaky hand with its sloppy cask and cuff.

Keenly rest your feeble toes and decrepit feet,

Write your empty poetry of the same failed deeds.

You drift deep into the fog, a mindless measureless place;

A gloomy, foolish, cumbersome daze.

The cup fills with the same bleak thoughts,

Both eyes and each “t” crossed.

Ripe with deceit, you pour out an elegant ruse,

One not readily refused.

All sustenance lost, now lacking in faith,

Once more off your lips ring an elusive thanks.

Chitin dispelled, the pages blacken,

word by word, thoughts unhinged and then flattened.

The ill inhabitants of your mind poured out line by line,

Sickened with care, a merit so hard to find.

Lyrics from Fiest's album The Reminder. They ring truest to me now.

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 I'm so sorry, I feel it all, I feel it all. 

Take it slow, take it easy on me. Shed some light on me, please.  

The cold heart will burst, if mistrusted first and the calm heart will break, when given a shake.

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With sadness so real that it populates the city and leaves me feeling homeless again. 

Steam from the cup and snow on the path, 

the seasons have changed from present to past. And there is so so much past inside my present. 

The harbors becoming the sea. The mountain, 

the mountain has come to recognize it's a steep and rocky sides. 

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Is there a limit to my love? A limit to my care? 

A destination known only by the one who's fate is overgrown?

Piecemeal can break your home in half.

A love is not complete with only heat. 

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What gives, what helps the intuition?

It can tease you break or complete you.

Sweetheart, bitter heart now I can't tell you apart.

Cozy and cold, put the horse before the cart. 

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I'd like to be the girl for him, I'm a stem now pushing the drought aside, opening up.

fanning my yellow eye, 

on the ferry that's making the waves wave Illumination. 

This is how my heart behaves.

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I'm so sorry, I feel it all, I feel it all. 

Take it slow, take it easy on me. There is so much past inside my present.

 I'm changing my heart, 

I now know who I am.

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