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When it's nine


When it’s nine nothing works

For when it’s nine it all bursts

Not the flowers but the pain

Not the remedy but the hail

The unfrozen me gets to be cold

And young me gets to be old

When I walk past the road nine

All the fallen clouds rise

All the unspoken words are heard

And all the mistaken emotions are felt

For when I walk this nine

I shall skip an important mine

A precious gem thrown away

A forgotten memory in the way

They all seem like trivial matters

For that skipping nine is all that matters