Old places fade hard, and no matter how long you row upstreamm
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the water still makes waves that carry the rest of us away.
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You are what you weep, from your head down to the sleet.
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Fell, tripped up the stairs to the place void in all ints of home.
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Watch with your heart, run with your gut,
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ever so careful not to lose the fragile beauties of motivation.
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A whir of warning winds signal back to birth.
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Watch with your heart, run with your gut,
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ever so careful not to loseyour mold.
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"They laughed all to the untrusive music,
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they danced hard enough to wake from a fiction-based nap,
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they killed me when i could't be a source of entertainment,
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strung like a puppet to every degree of debt.
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in social contribution by the migraine."
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Our fight keeps using a voice taht needs rekindling.
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I promised wet weather to myself.
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From the moment i set foot into my own autopsy.
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Past all the summer,
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beyond the urine-stenched conglomerates of those wthout a set of eyes to make contact with.
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"There is but the utter of all necessaries,
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pushing ones that brimming light through the dregs of apartment life.
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A necessity that leaves me short of breathe in the end.
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Watch with your heart, run with your gut.
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Primate winds blow me back to old bloodstreams.
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Juggernaut
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