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Some other form of blistering

I feel the pavement listening 

I tremble where my heart would speak

My soul lays out to relieve

Nothing would leave

Nothing would breathe

Trailing bits like questing lips

Some drifting upon ancient sands

I am no guaranteed event

I am no lesson for a wit

I will find upon my wanderings

I am sure under whimsical suns

My own wings 

Things were only pictures before