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I am all right now I must be
There’s nothing left in the left of me
Or is that my right side? It must be
It’s just old dust
Debris with a history
Ah… inspiration
Each word
Surging through my guts
Because it’s nuts to me
A crazy cold perplexity
God damn it all it must be
A wind intense and gusty
You blow me away
Like a kiss from home run distance
Felt with the smack of open hands
And without any resistance
I am all left now it seems so
Packed inside a suitcase my dreams grow
Go with me alone
Take it in your desire to know
Take it nice and slow
Go into the storm
Stay warm
It snows this time of year
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