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self reflection, an addiction even mirror talk can't cure limping, trudging toward the future two eyes on the past, a patch for the path ahead
By Munro Campbell4 years ago in Poets
the rays pierce the curtains drawn tight a star desperate for shine another matinee morning too late to join the line gentle ticks from another's wrist
to live free... like the beatniks and flowers to kick the bucket rung by rung to sleep rough with a pocket full of green lights
standing at a crossroads in Shibuya the only one with tattoos who isn't Yakuza the black and white lines, no need to use them,
