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*...the.winter.of.stars...*
stepping.inside.my.mind.
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And on these boats,
ride the hopes
of working class boys,
dreaming of girls,
from far away points.
And better things.
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Like winter flings.
And longing after spring has sprung.
And they fly north when winters done
And we get burned in summer's sun.
~Further Seems Forever
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he sits among the rest,
buried in his seat.
the clatter of the crowd
is drowning out his speech
he turns to look at us
a mirror burned in deep.
he wonders who you are,
you wonder what he means.
we are the matched
and numbered ones.
we have been placed
in all their codes.
you may be blessed
by your own ghost
~ Elliott
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