letters fallen upon a scape. a character development. a scene
are we defined by this body? can no longer live
and on this death bed - sixty years from now
paced for success and to live in excess. time is
lyrics: blue screen, black box. static flashes. it made me
the little ones know more than we ever will. to
i know you want to think optimistically, but when there
as a son, as a brother, speak to you father
he sang freedom. over and over. like with tourette's syndrome.
shut your eyes and check your pulse. are you still
speak softly, in my ear. lay awake in bed. thinner,
“the earth is on fire,” i try to scream, when
The son of the slain man stands over the slain
trouble came to early, this morning as i rose from
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