Note to HIM:
I suffer still
from childish choices made.
...
Listen real close and I’ll tell what I done seen.
I seed them that would be free
running past Canal and Bourbon Street
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We speak in the languages of shooting stars,
full moon skies,
...
I imagine that maybe this was once something
that was strong enough to endure
...
i breathe u
u, on the other hand,
find sustenance among the dead
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