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Jul 2013
red cold love(r)
trying to vanish into focus
little black spot on the scope can't see me

anywhere anytime anyplace
you can be my pretty little piece of grace
chopped off by the stars cutting the night sky
i can fall
i already have fallen

easy to look up when i continually fall
whether this choice is a good choice i just need to sit and wait
for the right time and the right place
to come into whatever this hole needs

yes a need
my hole is growing hollow
fill it up but you're connected in a dispute of fire
you're getting burned and i'm getting burned
i know it the way you're a little disconnected
not so with me not so i see it

do my eyes sparkle and are the see-through like a clean lake
can you see the bottom of me
because i don't think there is a bottom
i'll just keep falling,
and falling,
and falling
(no bottom)
and right as i hit that impossible sidewalk-

You can take me back up again like I know You will
This one isn't so crass as my last one
Sayer
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