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beyond words, feasts & tracks
Wandering Daylight
Beyond
PUBLIC SPOT
PUBLIC SPOT
Rhymed by the lyrics of grief,
Where the violins played a lore.
Rusted were the guitars,
As the strings cried in bore.
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Seldom were the beats,
No chorus as it hold
Silent were the streets
As no melody did it croak
Jangled were all dreams,
With no hopes at shore.
The sheets were messy
And so was my soul.
The trumpets were blown,
But no sound did it roar.
Away from all chores,
The flute sung a lore.
The Hollow Lyric
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