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Clouds as black as a dead Display embrace the ash grey Eternity of overhead Evening heaven-space. Thunders like legions of Harley- Davidsons roaring through the Nearby woods, making Windows tremble like Nervous alcoholics under the Weight of their own empty Bottles of loved ones' patience And own dead pride. The gods are angry tonight. But so am I. I open my mouth to the deluge. I open my soul to the storm. I get drunk on tsunamis. I fill Up on snacks of tectonic plate Movements; pass earthquakes, Waving vulcano clouds away From my face, then inhale. My breath is atmosphere. My pulse is symphony. Earth is the rest of me. I'm as shy as a god. As humble as the devil. Marillion tunes; seaside Stones shaped by brainwaves Form an absence of need. All I want is change. These are my thoughts. Now show me my penny.
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Aug 6, 2015
Aug 6, 2015 at 3:11 PM UTC
Skywater (I.O.U. for your love)
Clouds as black as a dead Display embrace the ash grey Eternity of overhead Evening heaven-space. Thunders like legions of Harley- Davidsons roaring through the Nearby woods, making Windows tremble like Nervous alcoholics under the Weight of their own empty Bottles of loved ones' patience And own dead pride. The gods are angry tonight. But so am I. I open my mouth to the deluge. I open my soul to the storm. I get drunk on tsunamis. I fill Up on snacks of tectonic plate Movements; pass earthquakes, Waving vulcano clouds away From my face, then inhale. My breath is atmosphere. My pulse is symphony. Earth is the rest of me. I'm as shy as a god. As humble as the devil. Marillion tunes; seaside Stones shaped by brainwaves Form an absence of need. All I want is change. These are my thoughts. Now show me my penny.
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Aug 6, 2015
Aug 6, 2015 at 3:11 PM UTC
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