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Andrew McElroy Jun 2012
In this body that hold
My fears collaborate with dreams
and they shake my foundation
My balance of ions
cookies of chips in the minty air
sticking to my ribs and inside my lungs
my recognition becomes a new home
a face in which I live for
a home and I am not there anymore
So when the fourth day is through
I will be again with you
          there
they will come aloud out now
so how, when would it be now
remind me of my mortality
remind me that this is only an illusion of their false reality
only an imagination of harsh content
completely ****** up the opening
flash borders with guns
cash orders us more guns
shoot away at the milk in a moldy carton
that is breeding more and more mellow mold
put the car in drive and take me somewhere far
away
awayaway
away
what a strange word that is
life
another one
left
to find nothing
home
to find rain
rain
rain
come today
and then
come again tomorrow
okay
no more
no more
life
away
from
home
rain
will
find
you
.

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