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I lost the concept

of writing your name in the sands

the waves speak there rage

so your name writing with the sea shells

get washed away

no longer does my sharp knife

carves your name to a tree

for the tree is my lungs

no longer do I want

to wound myself once more

as wind carrying invisible substances

it adds the concept of love

for no longer can I have

the facilities to create the lines

once writing with my gentle heart

that are sort of like singing birds

now is difficult to say, my heart is a tender place

yet if you need a form of aid

I will always be the same

yet no longer at least for this time

is my mind a gentle palace of rhymes

as we all now the passage of time

change the views you live life

maybe I am understanding

that love is pain once more

or maybe I am simply seen a different road

try so many times to let go

now is a simple as saying hello

instead of your name been writing in the sands

I will write your name in my mind

the tree marks will not say your name

but the imprints will be on my hands

goodbye my mind, I will wash my hands

in other words, my life has changed

tear drops drop down like wounded solders in Iraq

with almost a same comparison

of pain, yet to its false events

grasp the bottle and light up the blunt

not this time, I shall rhyme

not lose my head

tick tock is the noise in my head

yet not to exploded

but to change the paths

to move through life

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