Poems from The Rock God
Eight: Extremities armed for the call of the wild; the hunter marches.
Seven: Strings fanning into the damp corners of cardboard castles....
i walk amongst an ocean of stars in a world of shadow.
touch the reflection, obsessive perfection.
the uncertainties of my mind permeate my...
My name's not Springsteen,
But I sure feel like a Boss
Haters attempting to rag on me
Gonna feel a little lot of lost cause
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Time's...
i could get losT in those eyes.
beHind them there are other worlds, lights, and sensations thAt take you like a tidal wave.
the world fades...
Four years ago, our lives changed forever.
We got one more mission left.
One more chance to close out strong.
The final fight, the clock...