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The Lyric of a Shared Winter

The weary traveler wrote for a grey knitted coat that she wore one day She made her home in the snow and for the winter she wrote for the warmth of May The romantics of life yet burdened by strife, that which made her shy In an old red cafe she left the thoughts of…
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I Saw Them Dancing

The service of bread made a bastard of me Both the yeast and the wine taught me to be free The squalor and sage take their place in the street With dirt on his hands and mud on her feet Old Mayford sat perched on a barrel of wine The priests of Brabant will claim it’s a sign That the end will…
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Beguile

Light through the spire where the son remains Begotten to throne in an old western tone where the spark began You said it was time for the ashes of mine to ignite again In a hidden new low you set a staggering blow to a broken man Every thought left for you to consider left tragedy…
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Second of May

In a city where I walk where I once knew the walls, I knew them by name On the corner we spoke of a lingering hope we’d be there some day I grew through soil, through the tremor and toil of my fathers name I was a man in the mild and a boy through the bile,…
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Pt. 2

guilt pt. 2 Feverish and dry you escape from the others Those ridiculous sentiments we knew for a time You follow and plead We fall on fresh knees I thought we had seen it all oh man, i thought we had seen it all Buried for my transgression Made alive by confession oh God, i…
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Pt. 1

guilt pt. 1 The other day you slept on the carpet You fell down a hole we dug with our hands half-blind no mind we went down there to find it all The other day you wept to accept it Choking on dry tears that drop in the sands No light He’s right (yet) i’m…
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Artifacts of the Past

“I’m not sure” In an instant my father was a man, confused like the rest of us My mother was a woman, frail and insecure like the best of us I saw myself in my father A passion for living and a hatred for dinner parties; I never know what to do with my hands…
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An Unholy Machine

Leaves fall dead onto the cotton cushion, leaves from Spring rain once proud now choked by a scorching sun. As another leaf falls I observe the passing of time. Humanity made repulsive as the orchestra of death and life plays on. Where we once sat to commune she will continue. I am a cancer amidst a beautiful land…
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American

Coal pressed under hard granite over years becomes the stone that reassures her that she is loved. A proton of light travels across the universe for twenty-nine years narrowly avoiding rocks and planets until it reaches my eye on a night when I was feeling lonely. On a hike I stop to pick up a…