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Written by Brian Rozendal
Year: 2005
She held a ring of
Coffee on the pillow
I shook the incense
I broke the door
The lights are too low
And we are working
Two erasers gone
And no lead is fitting

I'm always searching
For a reason
To rethrow
The tracing of addictions
You can count it
On my abrasions
But I will start the coffee
In the morning

There is no reason
For complication
There is no reason
For complication

I can't assemble
This shattered window
It broke on my will
And I tried to break yours

No Reason

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