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A rain of empty cans
The sky is reflective
I kiss the patch of skin
Behind your knees
And I sing this song
About my youth, and summer
Tree's and tractor tyres
Daisy's and buttercups
A rain of broken books
Shattered the windows of a car
I listened to the alarm
Singing in the night
A song of roses and wine
And a failed relationship
And an empty room
I have dust blankets
covering up my soul
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"Do not tell lies, and do not do what you hate,
for all things are plain in the sight of Heaven. For nothing
hidden will not become manifest, and nothing covered will remain
without being uncovered."
The Gospel of Thomas
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