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tears fall down my face
like morning dew on a rose
i catch them in my hands
as if they were the lily pads
in the stream next door
on a rainy afternoon

my body aches with sorrow
like the neighbours rusted gazebo
that seems to always be alone
in an empty garden
even when the May flowers
come to visit

my mind is scattered
like the flock of birds
that visit my backyard
they're either here
making mornings loud
like the thoughts in my brain

or they're absent
and my mornings are quiet
my backyard now empty
like the hole in my heart
that not even the endless
bottles I down will fill

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