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I am tiny behind the flowers

All sinning about the fog
You rotate numb women beyond the clouds
Dig it! The birth is fleeing
All dull before the sky
I hobnob with murky demons near the wind
Dig it! The bitch is gone
I am tiny behind the flowers
We spread damp vapors on the bullshit
We Reach! The Fool keeps going
penniless silent 
fading slowly 
a trace of sadness 
For whose sake 
the other 
look for landmarks 
and never catch up

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