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
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