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Sep 2017
Getting chased down this never ending hallway
Spilling al-a on the dragway; obnoxious
Spittin unrequited, unconscious

Up n attem
Up n attem
Up n attem
Up n attem


Repawn

Reborn unlike its conception
Buckle when i’m straight steppin
In mosh pit
Meshing in a bog and
Lulling while crossing
the freeway, naked
Firing rounds like a space head
In this deleterious continuum
A requiem of the song birds
Pickin at my elbows
While my skull burns
Spilling salt spray on the gangway

Thats what the soul yearns
That’s when my heart burns
When i’m told that i’m too old
To be actin out
To only be enveloped
In the never ending clout

Of the melodramatic
Of the existential actor
that flows as a passenger:
acting like he doesn't know
what'll set you free is control
in this finite time of a man in the flesh
Gadus
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Gadus  Newfoundland
(Newfoundland)   
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