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The acid sunset
My eyes are weary
Murdered branches raked violently
In the faded gloom
Death is broken with the blood trees
Faceless ancient spirits
Dying starts unsuspectingly
Sharp dandelions and silent turns
Crushed boulders on the edge
Where my identity is erased
The lies live in your windpipe tonight
As the stars pop and the birds fly  
Lingering in suffocating guilt
Beneath grace where flowers sang
Stones on our lips we stay

Clocks that ended with the pain
A willow tree full of tears as we weep
We travel to the country side
A dead breeze held us away
My lips are full of flaws
In this blackened room without fight
The smoke began to apper
I beat the earth with all my might
Go to the top of the moon
To find the forgotten place
Someday I want to be forgotten. Lead the way.
As we wade into the drought
A hazy tide with hands of art
Soaking up peace
Graffiti kissing the walls
Craving normal folk
Whiskey oak spins your hemisphere
As we follow a gypsy road
The compass is weak and unsure
I stand on the brittle edge
With aspirations in my pocket
With a road of flowers and uncertainty ahead
But we sing folk music for the young
We savor the sound
Were full of heart and vitality
We get torn and misshaped
But we continue to dream about unity anyway
My inner hippie.
Violets heavy with the night rain
As the fatigued stars start to spill
I catch them
Filling my pockets with dreams
A empty place
I stand barefoot
Using my hands as a map
This earth will make me free
Limbs scratch my legs
Yet I move on
I surrender myself to this place
Take all I have
It's not enough
I know
Words  pound down like rain
Humanity is not free
I missed all those years
When I sold my soul
I embark on this journey
Trying to see the way
My sister on the sun
I miss you so
But I know that it was god's plan
I  know that your in a beautiful place
Sister of mine missing you hurts
But I will have to let go
The sword that places the scars
The **** upon the wars
Buttons on your mouth
I'll unsnap them
When you can talk

Your made of dust and nothing more
I can blow you away in a minutes time
Don't get to comfortable
You'll be gone soon  
Hold your breath
I may be back
October is Domestic Violence  Awareness month. So many woman and men have to go through this. Your made to feel as you have no voice. And that you don't matter you can be replaced. I say that we all deserve love  and to be treated with kindness and  respect.  So that is my story thanks for reading. I HAVE A VOICE
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