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Flown the tear down young girls cheek, flown it down around her mouth. Reached the cheekbone, made a leap, then kissed the pavement a good night.

Someone broke the    hearth of widow, pieces of shattered glass, pieces of the shattered mirror are like dust,    just falling down.

Sitting by the river, painting pictures of running water. This is how the wild things live. Sitting by the river, painting pictures of running water. This is how the wild things die. Were we born just to survive?