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Early Writings We're just shadows
we're just shadows in our worlds
We are bouncing words
We are boredom's sleep
Her steady breath
We're so chased
We're so inactive
We're so lovely in our bouquet's hands
As we grasp our ideas
We're so tragic
We are love's fog up on our ink-stained eyes
We're so chased
We're so gentle, so forever
