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When people think of

A flavor girl, they think

A lass with a flower

In her long braided locks.

Not a girl in Birkenstocks.

Life flows like lakes

In a greater stream, dreaming

Of a larger ocean.

For the hopeless romantic, not to be pedantic.

There is no use for hopeless emotion for the dance.

Many lives one may life, but you'll never have that chance.

That chance to not just see, but feel the lover's smile.

My cynicism is a specific cynic trance, from years ago,

And it seems it will last for quite the while.

Life flows like lakes

In a greater stream, dreaming

Of a larger ocean.

My heart goes out to nothingness, not even despair.

For so long I felt, there was no any love there.

Instead one waits for another chamber there,

Beneath the sodden dirt.@@

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