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Youth does not equivelate to stupidity,but thoughtlessness
Which is not always a bad thing,feel as intensely as 3rd degree burn
See azul diamons everytime two fresh pink fleshes caress
It's only momentarily,the heart uses tissues to wipe off the hurt
Colors never burst so feverishly in snow white eyeballs
Tastes sting and savor with feathers brushing over the tongue
Can't release any more doves of joy flying through hotel halls
Times to have a hurt stomach,all it takes is only one
All that time has passed,and now I feel broken tiles slicing my sole
As I try to regain moments of blissful,pure childishness
Concrete mixing to seal all these blood rain,crying holes
Symphathy given without an intruding mark,made with finesse
Come back,please I don't feel alive ,I don't even feel a beat
Standing in the snow and fire,pleading Mother to take me
Give my chest a puncture,a cold or blanket,death or heat
Don't let a boat of memories rush down a green creek
Even with a sore throat,let me dance through a laughing winter
Don't let me have to fall off the world to find
Give me golden tweezers to take out a bat-sized splinter
Let me feel life before I find out there's no time



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