change and do not

the moon

made by the sun

into a glowing scythe

two blade ends harvest 

the stars

we must now locate ourselves

from within

please 

no matter what may happen

do not change

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analogue

under a formidable skyscraper

the trains clack along in their tracks

dripping sparks to the street

a young man in low heel boots and brown denim

semi-smile on the lips

you want me like i want the sun and sky

drinking off the pot of burnt black

we are analogue 

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what year is it?

feared hated and without friends

he went out on another emotional killing spree

the unruly exiles dominated 

his heart. older now and not so strong

he came to on the ground

dazed and defeated

and asked the boy what day 

it was. and then

sadly

what year?

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aeon

the truth. so easy and hard to tell. sometimes it appears instantaneously. or must be laboriously  mined. the truth. hidden from our hearts for an aeon

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radio music and the neuroplastic explosion

she would find herself involuntary humming. if only there was a sigil or neuroplastic explosive to pinpoint the spot on her brain where overplayed one hit wonders derived  #katyamills 

compass

they settled into the living idea

turning inward for direction

a recovery from this incessant 

longing for belonging

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happy ass

seeing you happy I could not so much detest you for all the things you did that made me unhappy like buying another gas guzzler when you already had three. seeing you happy

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