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can still remember when,

Toxic drops from my head,

Fell down on our places

Destroyed, as I am.

I was waiting for each day,

When I clear my memories,

After this - all the badness,

From my head will disappear.

I can stand there forever,

Where poems from my veins,

Are the only way,

To save you in my days.


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