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My vision comes too late, not so easy to squeeze, what I need to say, you boil at my thunder, exploding like a tree, lost in luck or numbers, you'll find out one day, if you let me keep, plans you’ve thrown away, a life uncluttered, my insides screech, who needs love, I'm not cut out this way, for a cowards retreat, or bound fast to the day, it makes you wonder, stones, graves, wreaths, who splits who asunder, memories of your face, are not there to please, the perfume of your gait, steals away from me.