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WORDLESS PAIN

While one seeks meanings of words

I go searching for words to fit mystical meanings
While one goes chasing sun's rays
I go winding the golden thread to the ball of fire
While one goes peeling off layers of one's heart

I go patching and mending my shirt
The thread's all tangled

The needle pierces my finger tip
He spks lhe orange in my face.
And calls me bad names.
While the bastard wonders from where it rains snow
The woman drops her ecstatic <tears in the red chilly
powder she's pounding

I fiicl: away with rn_y finger ~ips th2 nater La~ fills the eye.
I w2.s terribly pained.

Have you seen sorrow's face ever ?
A tear on this cheek
On·e on that
The ,two on sorrow's path

Yes eh um, tha:t' s pain,
Pain:
in words
in flames
in snow.
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