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May 2015
Songs of indigo,
Speak to the soul.
Contempt in the neck,
Lustful, hateful, peaceful dreck.

If that makes sense.  

Points on the map, but a new start,
Constellations to the heart.
Misdirection is constant and plenty.
God, you left this room so empty.
Jake
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Jake  Colorado
(Colorado)   
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