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Way up there in an old sky where I used to go
With clumsy dreams and messy feelings, boys and girls telling jokes.
There was a place in another time, where love was no crime, and ideas took people across oceans
Like boats.
I drank the water of such an ocean and the taste overflowed,
I drank the wine of another time and became too heavy to float.
My bloods journey smells of sand and gangrene
My mothers eyes are red and white like old flesh that gently bleeds.
There are no more birds in the sky and the wine is drank up,
I am a kind woman with a bitter mind, choking as my story erupts.
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