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14 Undone They wake up so many times To angry dreams and barren attention And weakened under the weight Shatters of their past linger warm on leaf As caterpillars become butterflies Bringing monsters to life They wake up so many times Trying to fly to the sky... But the flower on the tree blossoms It leashes temptation As filthy hands count raindrops And, in chaotic suicides some hear melody... They wake up so many times Trying to remember the sky Praying to fly with the gods Hoping to be fast buried As murmurs choke on lost voices And we know they pray To wake in coffins That we bury chaste... ...


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