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Wednesday, November 9, 2011

his story repeats

Hum the streets
Glow the sun
Heed the call
Start to run
For the sound
They will come
Oh dear god
How does it
Get so loud?

How does one
Get so numb
To get here
To get gone
To be lost
Praise it on
Somber fists
Recognize this
Drunken linguist

Slow the stay
Avoid the way
Bound by prose
And so it woes.

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