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travis the wiseman

he missed the days when he could sit down and relax

a paradox

a parallax

the stories of youth and tales of old

the nights of flame and soot and coals

colors blurred and faces too

he needs a way to get him through

the night is his home but the day is too long

so he spreads his worth till the yawn of dawn

and he gets by because he needs to

he's gotta prove them wrong

a soul who has been flushed

but the drain is clogged

they would have let him go

but hearts are softer now then ever before

travis was a wise man who got caught up in the feel

now *** and mary j replace his every meal

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brian-downs
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Apr 8, 2012
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