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lightheaded i scatter to the curb and stare in blank wonder at the carnival of obscene open on the ***** street a father wanders drunk up the sun dappled lane singing that tune from childhood if he could only recapture even a moment but time evades him like paper butterflys and his life flees as he chases the past a mothers brother lurks in the shadows hoping to be seen and unseen in the same moment his hand clutches the traces of a poison that hes here to sell to imitation innocence its the same as the ones in the cars they just sell a different form of insanity just another filthy lie they are trying to hand out with a smile she lay back in the bent perception and plays on the dreams that might spark but benith her bulletproof  layers she is crying for all the tenderness and love she feels she will never know again she waits for the bicycle man she knows he is her escape from the carnival   there is no time to waste i must escape this vipers nest this wasteland that lives between the fast food restaurants and run down motels
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May 4, 2013
May 4, 2013 at 8:02 AM UTC
her bulletproof layers
lightheaded i scatter to the curb and stare in blank wonder at the carnival of obscene open on the ***** street a father wanders drunk up the sun dappled lane singing that tune from childhood if he could only recapture even a moment but time evades him like paper butterflys and his life flees as he chases the past a mothers brother lurks in the shadows hoping to be seen and unseen in the same moment his hand clutches the traces of a poison that hes here to sell to imitation innocence its the same as the ones in the cars they just sell a different form of insanity just another filthy lie they are trying to hand out with a smile she lay back in the bent perception and plays on the dreams that might spark but benith her bulletproof  layers she is crying for all the tenderness and love she feels she will never know again she waits for the bicycle man she knows he is her escape from the carnival   there is no time to waste i must escape this vipers nest this wasteland that lives between the fast food restaurants and run down motels
for the empty lot....colfax and gilpin edit: just before it was posted lines 12 thru 18 were redacted. that was the only change
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May 4, 2013
May 4, 2013 at 8:02 AM UTC
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