| it’s us i liken to a covey
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| a polar bear has breached a pup
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| the palace walls are
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| strewn with tapestries
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| and the window panes are
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| splintered and shattered
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| with a crumbled dog
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| on every landing
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| and every stranger cowers
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| the dress is torn,
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| the tone demanding
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| the canine’s latent strength
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| and would her loins
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| would yield a yelp
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| a beating purr to steal the
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| time with
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| here’s where we walk,
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| hand in hand
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| o how i despise it o how i enjoy the light
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| of the first morning forever
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| wisdom, wealth tag
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| on like afterbirth
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| i will love you forever
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| and if i don’t
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| and if i do
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| the difference exists in a fiction
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| the day has cooled,
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| the time will too
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| and we will call upon the light |