.Mother, I don't like seeing you walking worry lines to their end
A crystal forms inâ
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pressure and painâ
and silences the loudness
There's a manâ
selling flowers in the intersection
Knee deep in the sun's syrup and resin
And the day creeps, the mind squeaks
Trying to.
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