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Drocell Keinz
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the autumn sets a golden exit
the winter is waxing,
that cold sun will shed no more warmth into our living rooms.
where we dream our dreams,
where we wait for sleep.
maybe we'll wake up with golden wings,
and fly over a city screaming
TAKE ME TAKE ME



i once had a heart, but hearts are like snowflakes and snowflakes--
one warm touch and they melt away
maybe we'll get wings. maybe anything.
just anything to set us free.
maybe we'll wake up a golden exit.
must we always wait for sleep?

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