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Sit down; let's play a game.
Sleep sound; the monster's been tamed.
Still loud; the voices scream:
"Let me out; you know you're just a fiend."
"Slow down; I don't wanna play.
What I’m Not
September 13, 2018 ~ Thursday
There’s music in the hills
Sounds of song on their backs, fronts, and sides
That which I’ve never heard
Losing him feels like
a thousand days' rain.
A weathered heart
pumping rusty blood
through iron veins.
When he's gone
a patinated pulse
is all I have left.
I can feel his presence
The winds that awakened the stars are blowing through my blood;
The universe resides within,
If i ruled the world
Everyone would be kings and queens
If you want the diamonds and the pearls
You gotta reach for it
Coming up form the ashes and the bone
Feeling like the Tinman, the Lion and the Scarecow
