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Nov 2012
Stubborn Clay oozes through my toes as I run the gauntlet.
The hounds bark echoes through the jangle andΒ Β clank of my shackles.

Desperation reeling me in now heavy like lead.

Long ways to go redemption pulling me along.

I fell from the sky I fell
From grace.
I fell knee deep
I fell in disgrace.

Losing not. So bad.
Losing's all I. Had

This dream is grainy and vivid. feeling every scratch and blow
This version feels like winning but I dreamed   this way before.
Well , no worries  a psychic reboot and play it all again .

Play it again,
Play it again. Play.

Solid ground sweltering heat
Heavy tangles .Giant shade.
I think you got it made.

Fade to green,to brown
To black.                           To black.  To Black   To black.
Geno Cattouse
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Geno Cattouse  california
(california)   
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