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Dec 2014
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Things that matter are things like space and stars and gravity.
But sometimes those things don't wake me up in the morning.
Perhaps I'm searching for happiness in mountains of magazines
and
billboards are filling my mouth with bubbling ideas of dollars
and
cash is bloating up my throat.
Biting my nails tastes like dirt and sweat from inside some falling apart shack.
Am I dying to the world?
bekka walker
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bekka walker  MT
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