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I POURED OUT TWO GLASSES OF TEA
BUT DRANK BOTH.
THIS SHELL OF A MAN
CAN STILL TAKE SOME ICE.

THE EARTH I'M WALKING
IS SLOPPING GENTLY
INTO A GRAVE..

THE JULY MIST
THAT ELEGANTLY COVERS
THE MOUNTAINS AHEAD;
NOW BARRS MY VIEW.

TONIGHT
MIGHT JUST BE THE ONE,
THE ONE ANTICIPATED NIGHT.

THAI I FLOAT AWAY.
BUT I'M FIGHTING HARD
AND IN THIS FIGHT
I'LL KEEP WISHING-

WISHING THAT YOU COME BACK

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