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Lost of words

No clue how to begin Dusty shoes all there in No mud to leave a mark Yet scars that blur the heart No sanctions to create some limit Beyond measure trying to zip it No hearts to decorate or draw But glitters everywhere show Oh my I could go mad I still think it's not so bad No heaven could be so pure Perhaps I sound imature But birds know no wings For all that ever wins Is flapping from sky to sky And wind does not stand by Perhaps I make no sense Even when I am so tense I tend to stutter About things that matter