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i often think about the people that go hit by meteorites how space shrapnel invited itself into their homes took its' shoes off and shimmied into the floor asteroid junk, hold me closer tell them they're not alone that one day they'll burst, or be swept all just soot in the end this dust, this sand can fill up a city i can be that city how likely is it to be struck by lightning? and will i be the lucky one tell me, will it shake the truths out of me will it burn my hair like it did when someone got too close and their cigarette got even closer the way it sizzled and made the air hard to breathe will my veins line up with the electric as if i were part of something greater than a body of earth? in times like these i hear the word aha! Geronimo calling from the light-bulb, brazenly jumping to enlightenment a tiny revolution starting in every little thing that can line up with the other a thousand circuits jump starting and brashly telling me to step out of the dark i could use a little time
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Jan 18, 2019
Jan 18, 2019 at 6:09 PM UTC
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i often think about the people that go hit by meteorites how space shrapnel invited itself into their homes took its' shoes off and shimmied into the floor asteroid junk, hold me closer tell them they're not alone that one day they'll burst, or be swept all just soot in the end this dust, this sand can fill up a city i can be that city how likely is it to be struck by lightning? and will i be the lucky one tell me, will it shake the truths out of me will it burn my hair like it did when someone got too close and their cigarette got even closer the way it sizzled and made the air hard to breathe will my veins line up with the electric as if i were part of something greater than a body of earth? in times like these i hear the word aha! Geronimo calling from the light-bulb, brazenly jumping to enlightenment a tiny revolution starting in every little thing that can line up with the other a thousand circuits jump starting and brashly telling me to step out of the dark i could use a little time
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Jan 18, 2019
Jan 18, 2019 at 6:09 PM UTC
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