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The Sprigs and Spirit of Sistine -15

When the wine is heavy and my thoughts are long I like to sit in slow sunsets, doing so makes me feel far from death, I've seen so many beautiful things broken heard so many hysterical hearts, I've been a flagbearer for this Faith ever since my youth knew how to yell, I get so tired, so tired in this tempest that tears the tears off my weathered face, but I keep livin for the light I keep talkin and movin with the light... J.A.B.

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Laura Breidenthal

Date: 9/23/2017 2:08:00 AM

Enduring to the end, and the light keeps him fairing on, keeps him going." I get so tired, so tired in this tempest that tears the tears off my weathered face.." touching lines, Justin. Always, Laura

Justin Bordner
Date: 10/7/2017 6:52:00 PM

Michelangelo's portrait of the Prophet Jeremiah is so intense and broad in form and feeling Laura. An exhausted man whom questions the value of all effort...a person who has given so much and struggles with the payment rendered from rapture's remorseless rhythms rhymes...J.A.B.