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Wednesday, January 28, 2015

Nodding off

Writing letters to God

Wondering if these facades

Are all I’ll ever see from mods

It’s like I’m back on the job

Meetings & moving work like shops

But I can’t afford to be off

Rolling Stones cover no moss

I report no losses

Capital gains

Capital cities where we toss about weight

But it’s always the same

Ain’t no love loss in the United States

Kill or be kill

That’s what I hear everyday

I can’t stay awake…

it’s like I have to dream to stay sane

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