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 Oct 2016
Torin
I woke up to all the symbols losing meaning
The changing lights are changed
The moon can hang low enough to reach
What can be seen
Only when we close our eyes

I have to live
Even if the lines are changing
And the scene is not the same it used to be
I have to love
I give my blood without bleeding

Take in time
A particle
A memory
The way the waves
The way the sun

I woke up to a different dream
Where the kiss of heaven brought me blue
And my life spent staring at the stars
Was all in vain
When I was only becoming

I have to live
Find god through self discovery
As the stars that hang bright over me
Hang somberly
In a different place in the sky

If the world is changing
So can I
 Oct 2016
Busbar Dancer
Even the rich
have cement boxes
full of ****
buried in their back yards.

We are all of us
but one errant ****** flush away
from being up to our ankles
in yesterday's horrors.

Remember this when shopping for shoes.
Missed y'all

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