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Updated: Feb 5, 2020

your opinion

like fishing

in a stream

conscious of the change


low to the ground, I sound the sirens

we got one of you

better than never

still tripping on my earache

feel it rush for the front

running out of lies

before it all comes crashing

through the wall so tall

divide my calling to all who cares

you will find me in the open type maybe

clothesline me with your assistance

so I may know the lines of my mind

fine by me

no need for you guys to fight

we're all fine

running out of signs to give you all

me and myself up the steep

sounding like an impossible feat

it's not so steep or deep

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