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Jan 2014
any day now the old man will wake from his sleep and tell us all to "get the **** out!"
every hour there is atleast one second of every minute devoted entirely to hatred
no matter who you are or what you say

any day now they will set us free
and you can run through regrets
fly through missed sunny days
breathe real love
it will be heaven on earth
i promise

injustice is the theme
brutality its accord
the dead are stuck in dying
the living stuck in life

blanket wraps around nitrogen skies
something has changed
one hand always aimed at the ground
at the unforgiving dirt

it's the one liners that keep you going
any day now the surf will come in
Carl Hoek
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Carl Hoek  new york city
(new york city)   
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