The sun shares its light with the shadow of the deep
Songs erupt with nightengales in flight
On gentle wings lit from moonbeams
Sweet lakes in the mirth of morning  
Creatures rise scrubbing their faces
Escaping the grasp blanketing the earth
The Chippewa bask in their dancing
Toe stepping to ancient melodies
Clothed in rain drops, echoes rise
Become, become, become
Memories ache from the past
But yonder the voices call out
You are now, you are the day
Mountains shield you, valleys bed the night
While the sun and moon wait
Broken are your songs leaving
Come sip water from the leaf and refresh
Dine in a valley of roses and rise again
The sun shares its light with the shadow of the deep
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in a woman's time
you come into the undone
repenting, relenting suicides
the wisdom and useless sides

the millions of wars collapsing
launching between goodbyes
while shes destroyed in lust
learning trust

you hourly waves, eroding day
worldy prepare, decays in obedient design
fires ravage the minds
theatrically attempting delicate steps

halve of nightengales torturous waltz in
capitulates, vengence in shackles explodes impotent
maniacal laughters of gold holders feast
assembly of gothic podium suckles the time machines

you, you are here in this life, blindly awaiting reality
the illusion, make believe of adulthood
this is not a buddha

Dedicated to Jenna haze

So being a boy from down the street or whatever, having checked out the studio tour and knowing theatre

Being from Ireland, there are dungeons and other boy men who will buy you and you won't come upstairs again.

These girls and I no to type

The down low buyers are in the American sneaky

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