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Wide-brim hat
Long, dark robe
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Conglomerates on grassy knolls
Will laugh and play til the bed does toll
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Pencil and Paper placed on the ground
The scratching of lead, the wind's soft sound
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Treat the trees as if they're your own
Revere the airplane on its thousandth trip flown
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The vibes of the world Pulsing into a single whole
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The clash of drop on rocky road
The moths on my lamp, the static toad
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Stretches of dust kicked up by play
Otherwise sedentary the whole day
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A night of mind-expansion
Leads us to this dirty place
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Is there nothing that will stay standing up?
No subject or person I will not give up?
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How easy it is to click your way in
To make a new home beneath my skin
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God's grace upon my skin
Makes the day an early win
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Clever wordplay, what a day
Cosmic seats, mental sways
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What is my name?
Do you really know?
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Take in this moment, it is all yours
Feel all the details until your soul pours
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Oh sweet placidity
Far from lights of the city
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Welcome to the great sink
Can I get you something to drink?
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Where have all the words gone?
Grabbed by the breeze,
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Keep on pulling
Keep on falling
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Art is everywhere. All things in nature can be viewed in an artistic light, be they manmade or organic edifices. Beauty lies in the eye of
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Contradicting Contradictions
All truth soon becomes fiction
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The morning sun peaked over the horizon of Forever.
Yet I looked down the street called 86.
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Mended by nature
Expanded by space
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The clock turns slowly When these snowflakes hit my face
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Heartbeats slowing now The cold is getting to me
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Heart throbs spur the mind
Finding hope where love may shine
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The void between stars
Eyes set on infinity
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I still see your smile when I close my eyes
I still hear your laugh when nothing else flies
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The afterlife is not a physical place.
It is a spot in the minds of those we spent our precious time with
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Shoot my toe Let the blood flow
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Bricks and mortar
Again I stare from afar
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I like this cold weather
A sharp painful feather
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Drawing on a memory
I see all that has gone
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The yin-yang is a broken representation of truth
The idea that the universe is a balance between black and white, good and evil, mind and
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How do you feel when the clouds blow over?
Do you feel lucky with a 4-leaf clover?
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