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Jan 2013
Captured through something terribly unremarkable
Forever drunk on watered down uncivil pride

The universe sends me back everything I do
In a new twisted shape of irony
It cuts at me
As a I lay alone in bed

The blanket of an endless night
Keeps us aware as we push on
Regardless of the fact that we do not know why
While in another time
Millions of lives are being hoisted up into the sun
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   Weeping willow and Chuck
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