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The long ride

Thru the great dessert

Visions of a California

In the midnight dream

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she

( Memory )

::

We used to talk of love

We wanted so desperately to know

The world


Now we just grovel here

Amid the rest


Of the homeless and terrified


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We refuse to truly

Identify ourselves

We pretend to be merely a

Figment of light in the heart of

The earth's great shadows

we talk numbly of the pain of

Our lovelessness


But we really are not seeking love


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COME !

IT IS  TIME

TO RIDE !!!

//


do something real !


live ...... (?)


Or just die


no one really cares anymore


about your self inflicted sorrow

Or your general sense

Of cowardliness


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