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My song of magic’s not an ancient charm
Sealing both awful ghost and friendly sprite
It has no power and it does no harm
It shows my face short-handed – plain and white.
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a sledgehammer to the achilles.
how much longer
can we endure—routine a serial killer
of epiphany, punching time-clocks,
this breath for a pittance—i am losing it,
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Final stop for the night in despair;
We young lions with frozen hearts and cigarette burned
wrists,
We are cutting presence by sacrifice to declare,
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Fallen are the leaves of contemplation
as unstoppable as the sun.
These familiar tastes
they never leave,
ever lingering as wine.
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Time is faceless in a sort of cruelty,
inhuman yet not to blame...
I laugh in futility at my own wanderings.
Such meaningless words behind
half-conjured attempts for meaning themselves
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The earth reverberates. I stand solely in its
lamentation, living, breathing in its suffering and
affliction of detachment- your tears are my own,
your blood is in my veins, and your sight is mine
as well. Our ears are one. I shake my head and
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why not?
all this
at your fingertips.
this world you've not yet known.
take the chance.
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TE EXCITA EL PODER.
NO DEJAS QUE TE JODAN MAS TE GUSTA JODER.
TIENES HAMBRE, DE SANGRE,
DE VERLA CORRER.
TE SIENTAS ARRIBA
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I doan think I ever wanted to know
I just like where gravel roads take me
now I live on one
clothes change out on the line
and
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