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Like a fateful cry in the unending night
Like tears upon smiling cheeks
Like hair of sand into the wind
Like the sweet smell of syrup first thing in the morning
Like loneliness in the silence of the world
Or the chatter of the heart among the tombs,
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Like a strong word thrown against coarse stone
Like the running turtle and the walking hare
Like nothing ever before yet something ever since
Like a two faced mirror with no eyes
Like a bad metaphore or an ugly allegory
And the right to be the first to finish last,
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Like finding something that was thought lost for so long
Like the second taste of it after the craving
Like “I mean, like like, not like like”
Like an angel wing sunk deep under the sea
Like those times one runs to them for comfort
But with the knowledge that everything ends,
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Like Peace and War but teenage siblings
Like two plus two will always equal four
Like there is more to music than can be heard
Like a familiar presence in the empty spaces
Like what should be said and what shouldn’t
Yeah, like I even know what I’m talking about…
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Like this or like that, but never quite like then.
