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My mind is a twilight trawler Looking down on each step One eye always forward Heavy, loud steps Each with its own timbre and reason Every turn is a surprise When you're alive But I find myself In a certain corner Of a certain city or forest And it's time to learn the streets, Or the trees And find more than water. My mind is a twilight trawler. I look hard at your daughter. I look hard at other people's daughters. I look down on each step, With stronger feet and sharper head But paint me black and call me dead, I look back at your daughter. Unjust Observing In-between Undecided... ***** I am the product of many forces My drive is not to find their sources But carry on the human lust-- The gift of light evinces dust.
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Mar 18, 2019
Mar 18, 2019 at 11:17 PM UTC
Twilight Trawler
My mind is a twilight trawler Looking down on each step One eye always forward Heavy, loud steps Each with its own timbre and reason Every turn is a surprise When you're alive But I find myself In a certain corner Of a certain city or forest And it's time to learn the streets, Or the trees And find more than water. My mind is a twilight trawler. I look hard at your daughter. I look hard at other people's daughters. I look down on each step, With stronger feet and sharper head But paint me black and call me dead, I look back at your daughter. Unjust Observing In-between Undecided... ***** I am the product of many forces My drive is not to find their sources But carry on the human lust-- The gift of light evinces dust.
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SometimesStar
Mar 18, 2019
Mar 18, 2019 at 11:17 PM UTC
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