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sun in my eyes I emerge from a myth
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drowsy green encounters with apples
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null set; I staple my hand to my disappointment
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sun in my eyes I emerge from a myth
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drowsy green encounters with apples
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null set; I staple my hand to my disappointment
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Ouch! I felt that one! At the moment I could sing a whole concert to “disappointment”…. CARRY ON!
The best thing you can do with it is make poetry out of it, I think.