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Dec 2013
We walk
We talk
We croon.
Engine jaws with a few screws loose
Minds barrelling towards divinity
Grasp purpose in a finite reality
We will create heaven heare
HAND OVER YOUR TRUMPETS TUBAS SAXXOPHONES AND TOOT EACH OTHERS HORNS!
Neurons fire like synchronized rifles @ bravery's memorial
Assurance lied dormant on the roof of your mouth
Taunting your taste buds
Your heart as pensive as your gums are pink
and
You let it out
Your cup poured over and you told me
I am home
WE ARE HOME
and we'll help each other see
that home is much more
than a person
place or
thing.
Dear
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