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Nov 2016
There's creak and cracking
In the ancient structure
Of getting older
Body tightens its grip
Flirting with eventual end

Scenic route
Sighs to broken bones
On this open road
Superficial souls

Can't have a birthday
Always gotta look ****
Digital manifestation
There's no mystery left to the world

We dive deep
Still minnows
Time calls our names
Never forget youths betrothed enemy
Time calls our names
Subjects to change

Superficial souls
Searching for rabbit holes

Scenic route
Sighs to Indian mounds
On this ending road
All souls grow old
Mosaic
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Mosaic  United States
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