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how lost a long day gets anew each time, now in you, the wise arise one, more, chance in youth this, time, too make…. …good true

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& with every generation begin again memories erased back to scratch on this mountain of history each round grown old learn finally too watch on in terror at all the same mistakes tumbling towards final breaths drawing in each tide of people

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i’d call you out for all those things you do that i know are wrong & i know you know it too id call you out but i know that if i do you’d call me out for all the things i do

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how nice it is to be alive for a while -at times

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houses, walls (and all the while) the tidiest rows are cracked and cracking fighting back the shoots and torn out roots we live alone and with the ones we love and lose and move, making room for new mes and yous

walking and walking that old road home to the places we knew time and people

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coldrocksleep dreamlessstonefloor drunkunderweight tileearthwoodfloor

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slow heart

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the arsehole of the universe shits time b - bang ..here we are not so bad not too shabby

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the humanizing tale of a young politician the irate face of an angry homeless man my age two tails tied together, from behind

& somewhere in the middle I’m worryin’ about my life, my age ‘n my time

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meet me in the street speak to me in ink and luxury decorously mounted wrapped rooms enphotod patriot tailor made tattered torn and wild eyed expatriate torn aside

I

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everything is magic and science is just the laws of magic

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"we are both of us quite free"

Jane Fosset (Leslie Caron) in L-shaped Room

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the sloping streets sloping down words in an avalanche theres a blackhole centre in our town that draws us in in our dark hearts we're fighting though we cant admit it with the truth, like though we do to avoid it at every turn

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slow to quicken

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the drinking drug floods the senses, the senses swim and wash me up in the morning black and blue slung over some rocks

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the feeling feels as fresh as ever aging matters little hearts & minds all aglow agog ago (again) in times of joy & trouble swimming in december suddenly as january

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