Oh ...
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To beNot anyoneGoneThis maze of beingSkin
Oh-To cryNot any crySo mournful thatThe dove just laughsThe steadfast gasps
Oh-To oweNot anyoneNothingTo beNot here
But hereForsakingEquatorial blissWho walked throughThe callow mistDressed in scraps
Who walkedThe curve of the worldWhose bone scrapedWhose flesh unfurledWho grieves notAnyone gone
To greet lameThe inspired skyAmazed to stumbleWhere gods get lostBeneathThe southern cross
Crossover boyCrossover
- patti smith
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