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I believe there is no sanctuary for me in this subdivision of dreams, cathedrals built by unknowns I am like grass cracking their concrete, I was carved by a stone knife in the mountains where I learned to speak I am the rider called death bleeding in my sleep, sitting in the saddle with Dark, the black man and his crazy blues I sink down like a diver into the deep water, like an unknown poet going down with his ship.
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Jul 17, 2016
Jul 17, 2016 at 8:32 PM UTC
Dark, the black man
I believe there is no sanctuary for me in this subdivision of dreams, cathedrals built by unknowns I am like grass cracking their concrete, I was carved by a stone knife in the mountains where I learned to speak I am the rider called death bleeding in my sleep, sitting in the saddle with Dark, the black man and his crazy blues I sink down like a diver into the deep water, like an unknown poet going down with his ship.
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Jul 17, 2016
Jul 17, 2016 at 8:32 PM UTC
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