Underlying pressure points of view
Dog dead wedding shotgun
Thumbs down the road, I found more than I knew by
breathing in the pines. Reservations of mine.
Passion flowers in golden distances, end to end
Tracing patterns in tracks with images never shared,
and words to convey? Never
Life in the backseat, connected glances
The western sky kissing the sun
Trains with no names and a room with a motion
this is the world.
The devil's got a gun and he's pointing the barrel at you,
good lord, what will we ever do?
Will you be brave enough to raise hell up from under his feet,
Well a book cover ripped all of the pages out of itself,
bled all of the words it ever held
To be free of the sentences holding it down
to fall off the shelf
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