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history textbooks and family trees only to be chopped down by greed. losing limbs, broken teeth, creaking bones. watered down souls. wavering spirits. who’s to say you won’t be pulled off center stage by a cane? permanence is an illusion. really, what isn’t? rods and cones and corneas and mind games. i only want open oceans. i don’t want to meet mid-tango, i want to collide and never explode again.
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Apr 8, 2016
Apr 8, 2016 at 10:26 PM UTC
waiting by the tracks
history textbooks and family trees only to be chopped down by greed. losing limbs, broken teeth, creaking bones. watered down souls. wavering spirits. who’s to say you won’t be pulled off center stage by a cane? permanence is an illusion. really, what isn’t? rods and cones and corneas and mind games. i only want open oceans. i don’t want to meet mid-tango, i want to collide and never explode again.
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Apr 8, 2016
Apr 8, 2016 at 10:26 PM UTC
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