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Sweep
The floor you walk on is smooth.
There is no ground there.
Magic begins with blood.
Outside, there are trees,
With concrete under their roots.
But I have passed the tombs of kings,
Regaled them with pacing,
checked bins for food and wrappings.
I have scoured the seas for miles,
cloaked my face with ash.
My fingertips opening, accepting my time.
The dark cylinders of half-smoked cigarettes 2X
For me, I'm your sorrow
Calling in your dreams
The dark cylinders of half-smoked cigarettes 2X
For me, I'm your shadow
Howling in the streets
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Water chimes in the space between rocks,
Speakers discharge and laughter is in the air,
Glass divides us,
empty bottles
mark the steady sweep of day
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Tomorrow, I will walk the streets
And steel myself for the familiar. Your eyes
Will not settle, a hunger. You'd be happier in your grave.
When we meet, share stories, you stretch me. I see,
I see a semi-circle of teeth.
The dark cylinders of half-smoked cigarettes 2X
For me, I'm your sorrow
Calling in your dreams
The dark cylinders of half-smoked cigarettes 2X
For me, I'm your shadow
Howling in the streets
For me, I'm your sorrow
Calling in your dreams
The dark cylinders of half-smoked cigarettes 2X
For me, I'm your shadow
Howling in the streets
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Howling in the streets
For me, I'm your shadow
The dark cylinders of half-smoked cigarettes 2X
Calling in your dreams
For me, I'm your sorrow
Howling in the streets
For me, I'm your shadow
The dark cylinders of half-smoked cigarettes 2X
Calling in your dreams
For me, I'm your sorrow
The dark cylinders of half-smoked cigarettes 2X
I see a semi-circle of teeth.
When we meet, share stories, you stretch me. I see,
Will not settle, a hunger. You'd be happier in your grave.
And steel myself for the familiar. Your eyes
Tomorrow, I will walk the streets
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mark the steady sweep of day
empty bottles
Glass divides us,
Speakers discharge and laughter is in the air,
Water chimes in the space between rocks,
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Howling in the streets
For me, I'm your shadow
The dark cylinders of half-smoked cigarettes 2X
Calling in your dreams
For me, I'm your sorrow
The dark cylinders of half-smoked cigarettes 2X
My fingertips opening, accepting my time.
cloaked my face with ash.
I have scoured the seas for miles,
checked bins for food and wrappings.
Regaled them with pacing,
But I have passed the tombs of kings,
With concrete under their roots.
Outside, there are trees,
Magic begins with blood.
There is no ground there.
The floor you walk on is smooth.
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