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Living dead in America

Making my way in a world that tells me not to.

April 3, 2011

reach

Lamprey oxygen fed through intravenous tubes
Impassive growls emanated from choke holes
Light crawling through vapor trails so separate from desire.
Entranced by a collective dream... or hallucination
Rain fallen cold on the ancient man's back
His sorrows keep him warm in blistering night.
Impartial and unawake you crept round the corners
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