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Aug 2015
What is independence?
Is it just thinking for yourself?
Can you describe desire,
Or is that just as well.
I'm so afraid of what I want
And it's afraid with me.
Solemn vows are shattered.
Amend the life that be.
Broken things are beautiful.
Dreams are all a code.
Sometimes what you needed,
Contradicts the other wants.
Four eyes locked in place,
Bruised skin, lost lace.
No awkward silence,
The happy feeling;
We'll speak until it leaves us.

I miss it now,
just thinking,
That independence means alone.
An ode to MY 4th of July.
The Wonderful Mobius Wyrm
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The Wonderful Mobius Wyrm  Be-mah, 'Bama
(Be-mah, 'Bama)   
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