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Mar 2020
flickered souls
who mourn at night
accumulate to swallow
light

shredded strings
heal
battered snare
cures
these months
weren’t easy,
tonight is

transcend.
watch sorrow
bend
and morph into
pocket-sized
rivers of
vibrancy

we are
a sacred congregation
in blasphemous glory
all good things
come in
thousands

forget the man
the lies
and cry
i always wanna die
(sometimes)

long for nothing
crave it all
is this how it feels?
to be young?
I went to a 1975 gig and it was life-changing ok
Written by
Andrew Watson
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