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Aug 2013
Can't focus

Mind obliterated

Sitting on rooftops
Paved over with tar

We're highways
Never reaching the sun
Always reaching for the stars

Tasting the taste
Of better promised days

Stitch our shadows to our feet
In the right light
We can stand taller

At dark we all cower
In cardboard boxes
We've made forts out of
Broken sidewalk chalk
And cracked pavement

We've slept in clouds
And woke when we hit the ground

Machines hum all day long
Singing electronic songs
And we sing along

*Buzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
Brandon
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Brandon  On the edge of your taste
(On the edge of your taste)   
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