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Oct 2016
You wake up one day and the sky is pink and tender and the earth aches for your touch,
The low fall sun turns your blonde hair golden as you rest confident in your divinity at last,
You find peace in the sand beneath you and the god that has wrapped you up like a present to the world
You wake up the next day in a waiting room washed red,
A man from another place tells you that you are dead backwards
A giant touches your face and sighs, tells you he would've collapsed from the weight of this loneliness long ago if he had anywhere else to go
Your killer wears your fathers skin, and there's nothing but static in your dreams
Laura, we're all walking that line
Laura, we all have safe deposit boxes for our demons
Laura, we're all trying to get somewhere else, somewhere we can finally balance out
Tyler King
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Tyler King  Ohio
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