Seven in the morning
Sun rays on my feet
Violent I am
Love makes your actions violent
Present moments are all violent
Your actions like throwing books on the floor
To keep your own destiny
Bound to throw some of the others’ books out too
Like the sugar stuck at the very bottom of the coffee cup
Like the caged birds and the cigarette butts
Imagine the one who really loves you
Imagine the one who you really love
Receiving and sending away
Adieu Adieu Adieu

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