My teeth taste funny today...they seem more jagged than normal.
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I've been told that I have been grinding them like the gears during my dream hours...
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I wonder if it's just my thoughts fusing into one frequent dream...
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one which parts with the night.
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(There are frequent amongst the walking crawlers).
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I saw them dragging the other day.
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Scraping their knees and elbows against the bumpy pavement.
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Blood tracks have been filling the streets.
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Seems the high horse is taking them all home...
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I can't leave myself out.
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Why should we sleep today...
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why should we awake tomorrow?
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We can just pop back a few and drift though this pre-programmed flight.
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Across all oceans...a windy, noisy trek...
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this seems to be what I've needed.
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The view used to be better...lands are growing into one.
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We wanted it this way. We were brought up to grow into one.
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I'm going to fly up soon and seek other lands. The soothing air of flight...
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a bird's eye view into what I've always imagined life could be.
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Will it be sought after?
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It might just be useless writing and ideas that laziness will corrupt in the end.
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Bones of dust need hardening. I think the prescription is found.
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Sleep on...fly on.
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In your mind, you can fly.
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My teeth grin oddly today...
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they seem to gleam more than normal.
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Maybe it will be noticed.
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(That's all we ever asked for. Grinning through it all......)
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(In the corner the thinker things: I seem more jagged than normal.
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I am the episode of constant wandering.
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A nomad in my own surroundings...this hand produces the nerve.)
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Walking dead.
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Ants of the Sky
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Between The Buried And Me |