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I remember when the street was noisy,
We were free but we didn't free ourselves.
The warm atmosphere was as well noisy
as powders dance around the sky, 'gainst ebbs.
What I feel is as edge of a deep sea;
And I saw that the see is by ourselves.
The air was packed in a room where heat hiss,
As teary gas prevailed; smoked by ourselves.
Oh, that precious morn when death smelt rosy,
Our tears poisoned the streams; we did ourselves.
I wonder why peaceful war seems easy
as powders dance around the sky, 'gainst ebbs.
Colo mentality ruled our reasonings,
Bodies were flamed; toes were bigger than 6 depths.
Death was proud; we seem envy of his wills,
We were free but we didn't free ourselves.
"words from the innocent mind"
Philip Peace