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Lose your roots and soon you won't bear fruits,
The macabre styles of old,
Darkness strangling with its grasp,
The Highlights traced in gold,
Truly those were blessed days,
A time of love and adventure,
Encounters in the bed,
Encounters in the park,
Walking through the city,
And kissing in the dark,
Memories so strong like Panacea,
But memories they are,
It'll be hard work to walk back to those days,
Work gladly taken
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I wrote this one on the train today after thinking about how things were a few years ago.

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You have a really good rhythm going at the beginning, then it gets lost. Otherwise, I still like it very much - the words paint a very clear picture, and you achieve your aim. I especially like the resolution.
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Yes it was my intention to lose it but anyway, thanks.

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