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Years ago I wondered to myself in bed What is existing in the world more than this - If for trying it's only hurt in reward and The weary crumbling into dirt of all the Words ever said, I'll **** myself before You can, god will witness the pious in The most holy premature ascent Born again time and time further out Without some father's blessing, left sole And only kicking rocks awake in June under heaven's waste, praying no more for Empties just in case - my fallen brother Kicks beside my hope all knowing speaking openly Of heart to pain to make the anchor replace With ancient submerged courage right in the Bitter face of less Ivy pull the hemlock tightly at the neck Do you know? Mutant fighting inside me Where have you been? Here now Here and now Mighty mindful Passionate
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Jun 10, 2015
Jun 10, 2015 at 4:42 PM UTC
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Years ago I wondered to myself in bed What is existing in the world more than this - If for trying it's only hurt in reward and The weary crumbling into dirt of all the Words ever said, I'll **** myself before You can, god will witness the pious in The most holy premature ascent Born again time and time further out Without some father's blessing, left sole And only kicking rocks awake in June under heaven's waste, praying no more for Empties just in case - my fallen brother Kicks beside my hope all knowing speaking openly Of heart to pain to make the anchor replace With ancient submerged courage right in the Bitter face of less Ivy pull the hemlock tightly at the neck Do you know? Mutant fighting inside me Where have you been? Here now Here and now Mighty mindful Passionate
I know now what once hid under surface tension, birthed from want and pushed together from anger.
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Jun 10, 2015
Jun 10, 2015 at 4:42 PM UTC
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