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Again and again
The faces in a crowd
Are like faces in the clouds
Theres something inherently there
To see shapes everywhere.
The dead are best left where they are,
There are many theories, maybe when the soul leaves the body, it travels past mars
Before it finds its final resting place
Walls without ceilings
Love without feelings
Words with no meanings
Cuts without pain ,are they relieving ?
All these questions I have, in my mind
Sometimes all at the same time,
And can be hard to decipher them
But I will try again and again.
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