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<meta charset="UTF-8">
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<title>bukedo - Archive - MayVaneDay Studios</title>
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<body>
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<b>MayVaneDay Studios (Gopher Edition)</b>
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<p><b>bukedo</b></p>
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<p>published: 7-7-2016</p>
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<p> </p>
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<p>Memories are like flowers in a field<br />
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There are so many to choose from<br />
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Some are sweet with thorns, ready to prick one who dares to touch it<br />
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Some look shriveled but hide a sweet scent in their folds</p>
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<p>I’m lost and strange in this field<br />
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Everybody is shrieking about a revolution<br />
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About how we forgot to put the love in it<br />
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But what is loving about violence without cause<br />
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Change for the purpose of change?</p>
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<p>I have so much light in my eyes that you can’t see<br />
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The flowers and plants grow toward me<br />
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Maybe I’m not completely useless after all<br />
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Put me up like a prop on the wall<br />
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I’ll be the sun shining above<br />
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And you can be the heart full of love</p>
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<p>I don’t trust anything my eyes see<br />
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Because even salt looks like sugar to me<br />
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My bones are spun sugar, my tongue a sour patch<br />
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Won’t I be such a specimen to catch</p>
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</body>
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</html>
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