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Over Bacon and Cigarettes

crippled
by mornings and sunsets
the daily city rituals
consumed with norms and smiles
I try to find me in it

Muted
by wonderful words spoken
The music commemorates us
Watch for the stop sign
But this life says go

Live
waking up in a sunshine
breathing my air
Where is my star?
What glistens without you

Copyright © | Year Posted 2019




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