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thirsty for the faint drum

quiet, i could not decide
if life were like
shadows of the people i thought i saw
from the lines outside my eyes

i could not tell.
i found myself,
crying through a room of clouds

beckoned and i would not come,
a bad animal, thirsty for the faint drum

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