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February 26th, 2008
Tag Tuesday
Extra paint…
Ships losed from their moorings capsize and then they’re gone
sailors with no captains watch a while and then move on
and an agent crests the shadows- and I head in her direction
all roads lead toward the same blocked intersection.
I am coming home to you,
with my own blood in my mouth
and I am comning home to you,
if its the last thing that I do.
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