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going places

September 27, 2013

all god’s children need traveling shoes
drive your problems from here.

all good people read good books.

in the morning when i wipe my brow,
wipe the miles away.

look, my eyes are just holograms.
look, your love has drawn red from my hands.
from my hands you know you’ll never be
more than twist in my sobriety.

different thoughts are good for me.

up in arms and chaste and whole
all god’s children took their toll.

cup of tea take time to think, time to risk a life.

sweet and handsome.

half the people read the papers,
read them good and well.

pretty people, nervous people.

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