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Marina strove for too much identity in a bad falsetto she sang and it was American; So America, America,
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I am given hope by the presence of the air, the rocking of a foot under the blanket by a mother, strumming of an instrument and another
6 years 6 months ago
I lay there blank drawing pictures with nothing more than a mind, a color scheme
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We are just a fumble, Beer can opened outside sounds like an echo, The snapping of a guitar string.
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There, a man stands on the train tracks of the Santa Fe Railroad Depot.
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I met this boy, when I was eight years old And what I loved most was the stories he told
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We all need to understand each other Understand we all sisters and brothers
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Deep in my bones In the webs of my soul Dwells an experience of something much bigger
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Her hips sway when she walks, She is not harlot nor whore. She hypnotizes me when she talks,
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I stand on a line, a line so fine that the chalk fades more every minute i count.
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