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Jun 2017
Everybody gonna find out
   follow yr gut
   mouthful of dust
  
Mind is the Serpent
   wingin' it, crushed
   repelled by enmity

Heart still blank as fresh card stock
   waitin' for a chisel or a nail
   names and numbers is all you've got

Everybody gonna find out
   nothin' but a drop in the ocean
   accessible as the most distant star
james arthur casey
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