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do i understand you
trying to understand me our picnic in the cement meadow now irony the iron melting yet cooling smothered in our impatience yet you say it in words that sound like music running as high as the sun baby baby even the wings of yesterday cannot hold your memories and wheres love not true love but real love yet sorrow scrolls with time imperfection or is it dishonesty or is it my soul leaving me |
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Very deep,the flow is great Jim. Loved it.
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well worded and touchy
![]() do i understand you trying to understand me our picnic in the cement meadow now irony the iron melting yet cooling smothered in our impatience yet you say it in words that sound like music running as high as the sun baby baby even the wings of yesterday cannot hold your memories and wheres love not true love but real love yet sorrow scrolls with time imperfection or is it dishonesty or is it my soul leaving me |
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Somewhat vulnerable. Sympathetic. Different. I like it.
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Great flow on this on my friend!!! BRAVO!!!!!!!!!!!!
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beautifully done...
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