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Jul 2016
I dreamt of my home
realized I was ne'er there
ne'er reading shelf books
ne'er breathing its air.
Yet I found a new place
where I'd rest my head
and I slept there past reason
till I was near dead.

I dreamt of a girl
but ne'er knew her
out there by a lake
she wasn't a blur.
Still I couldn't touch
could only see
feel the warmth of her heart
like a hearth by me.

When dreaming was done
I walked on the edge
I've always liked risks
but none like the ledge.
I do it for the view
beyond is a sight to see
always something new
where you're not s'posed to be.
This one is immensely lyrical and...
lo and behold, it could be another country song!

I was playing "Destiny" on my Xbox the other day and got talking to a racist who said he was only kind to me because his cousin likes me.
We talked for an hour or so. I'd say it was epic, but the bad taste in my soul is more than an aftertaste. At one point he called me "boy" when I accidentally died.
Anyway, he called himself a redneck: he lives that "lifestyle".
I suppose a part of myself is responding to two nights ago.
Culture is culture, all beautiful in some way.

I hope you enjoy!

DEW
Darren Edsel Wilson
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Darren Edsel Wilson  33/M/Philadelphia
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