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here between trains

across the same borders

as if peace opens a door

i have nothing to take inside

 

i am the person

in the crumbling house

and everyone thinks

oh well

she loved rivers

we all go downhill

 

so much falling

and everyone happy

and some who found bones

washed up in their lives

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by the book on your face

i can tell you have secrets

and i have been looking for something to say

i leaned in to clear my head

it was all soup and bread and

the ever sweeping away of leaves

what around the corner runs

the tiny thought away

all of these bodies

dragging hope after its dream

we are just a demand

that rises and falls

sometimes we are clouds

behind the love

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There is no dignity in this

talk about success

Names name what

That you can’t go out in the open

That you are dirt and small

That you are remembered only

as a sign above a door

or a door we forgot

The children of this fact

lay their heads on stone

Now you know politics

The bridge goes over belief

and we build a boat

to replace where we were going