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Feb 2013
I rise from smooth bright rays on the good days
On the lesser days I have to know
The sun still shines bright behind dark clouds

Rays burn ******* my wet skin
The warmth is all I have when wearing so thin

Today I am washing away
Memories in my mind
That couldn't always find the way

Now the radio reads afternoon
But I can’t tune
It's fuzz
If I can’t find it, who does?

I close my eyes and hand over my day to my bed
Dreams a sweet gift for my troubled head

Morning comes
It’s a new fight
Confident the sun’s going to shine bright
Zac Carlson
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Zac Carlson  Minneapolis
(Minneapolis)   
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