Horse Shit, Stilettos, and Rosin
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I no longer know what's the up and what's the do...
we don't beg for mercy here even from our knees ...
when they come I'll take my flight with Swans in...
with the cosmic thread the Spider spun in ever r...
this is what it's like to love in sacred to refr...
when the rivers all run dry I will fill them with...
struggling through this life that only cares what...
for those who go ahead we enter into night befor...
there's nothing I can do tonight to fix tomorrow ...
I didn't come to tell you that it will be OK I n...
the stars look out into the sky to feel the weig...
if I could break you from the gravity of the moon...
I can't tell you why cause I don't know myself b...
between memories remembered and forgotten and s...
let the mind stand still and I'll find quiet too ...
a wise one told me that the spirit ain't as far a...
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if you are hurting just lay still and let the da...
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Followers
Saturday, August 29, 2015
with the cosmic thread
the Spider spun
in ever reaching
spirals
I will stitch the stars
like patchwork
dreams
for wrapping spirit
in prayers of
silver quilt
to warm you
through this
night
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