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Bassics
05:49
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Bœufs Crepuscule
06:18
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Head-Lines
09:07
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Memo
06:34
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There was a note,
A dusty memorandum.
It was from a couple years ago
Addressed to me
I had forgot
Those few words, written by myself.
There on my desk
Emerging from disorder,
Was a thought that struck a chord in me.
A minor key
Played tenderly
And though it's old it rings out with such clarity.
Oh, Who I used to be
Simpler but also with a feeling of purpose.
Now, no stern from bow
Nor wind
Lost out at sea
Trying to find
Castles of youth
Receding to the ocean,
And the ocean doesn’t feel a thing.
A world away
There at my desk
Those few words
Written by myself.
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No, How could it have been?
Wandering aimlessly through shores of indifference failed
A passive jail
A rut
A hole in the sand
Nothing quite like
Those
Castles of youth
Receding to the ocean,
And the ocean doesn’t feel a thing.
Who can I kid?
I’m at my desk.
Those few words, written by my self,
“Stay true”
-Fox Schwach
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