There Is

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There's a bouquet of dead flowers on my desk




There's a message on the dashboard of my tongue




There's a pang on the severity of my dreams




There's a pain on the midst moon of my crude belief




There's a loud scream from the inner most lingers of a set of lungs....




Mine.

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