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Blinking into this wind, is it for the first time?
The hazy islands forming natural shapes
These dead autumn leaves fall around the face
Get a grip Danny, where are you?
Fingers outstretch for answers
But find oceans of straw beneath the leaves
Now the mind wanders to that strain
flowing from the brain to the heaving chest
Get a grip Danny, What is it?
Has the heart broken again?
Snapped from the morrings and floats
on the leaking blood?
Get a grip Danny, Why is it worse this time?
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