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Beyond the last town Just past the lost hills Over the scorched earth And through that wandering ravine I’ll meet you on the seashore Where we laughed once before Tuesday’s riddle was about the tide Tuesday’s song: an ebb and a flow It made me remember That which I never forget It reminded me of a rendez-vous Where all our dust is swept The skies are icy fire There’s a chill deep inside Pounding drums command the soundscape With many a flash overhead Tonight’s maneuver warfare Under this hostile flesh I saw the strangest thing On my journey through the storm When I came upon a people They were measuring the distance Between the east and west It’s them that are insane Where is the place The place where I’m not alone Where is the Holy City Where I can drop these bones I’m not here to stay I’ll meet you on the seashore Under calm skies again
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Jan 14, 2020
Jan 14, 2020 at 4:16 PM UTC
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Beyond the last town Just past the lost hills Over the scorched earth And through that wandering ravine I’ll meet you on the seashore Where we laughed once before Tuesday’s riddle was about the tide Tuesday’s song: an ebb and a flow It made me remember That which I never forget It reminded me of a rendez-vous Where all our dust is swept The skies are icy fire There’s a chill deep inside Pounding drums command the soundscape With many a flash overhead Tonight’s maneuver warfare Under this hostile flesh I saw the strangest thing On my journey through the storm When I came upon a people They were measuring the distance Between the east and west It’s them that are insane Where is the place The place where I’m not alone Where is the Holy City Where I can drop these bones I’m not here to stay I’ll meet you on the seashore Under calm skies again
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24/M/Alberta Canada
Jan 14, 2020
Jan 14, 2020 at 4:16 PM UTC
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