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Repeating lines?
Hear me say something new.
I'm strung out here between these
two separate natures
strung like street corner kids
squatting on the stoops of ghosts.
They all hold that finger to the world,
and follow in their own
vocalless words.
So how does it feel,
slammed against the wall then
tossed to the next player of the game?
We're all just one part beings
in two part minds,
hoping for something
that's so far from who we are
that we can find ourselves again.
So for now we wait in the warehouses
till the torn pieces of ourselves
leaves only the empty oneness left behind.
Fragments strung out
on the iron lines.