Moving On
Ground of present flash pain of past
Body of memories shivers fast
Passing clouds white of paint
Brush to flow sketch so faint
Circles of life around blank of hate
Madness of times no time is late
Face to face no shoes of patter
Feed my soul no cup of hatter
Right to look was there to stare
Left to hold no clothes to bare
Warmth inside blackness of words
Over and over to break the curse
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