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Roses are sometimes pink.
Ends of stories make one think

מצב

Nothing compares to you
Take my words as they are true.

מצב

The past is dark but it is hoped to be clearer,
Pictures are painted in my head like a mark,
Words and sentences reflect like a mirror:

מצב

I wish I could erase all the contempt and disdain
That followed my missing our train.

Once he had a dream in which he was full of fear

מצב

Every shore that I have reached had its dangers
Every shore has been a stranger.