Old places fade hard, and no matter how long
You row upstream, the water still makes waves
That carry the rest of us away
You are what you weep, from your head down to the sleet
Fell, tripped up the stairs to the place
Void in all hints of home
Watch with your heart, run with your gut, ever so careful not to lose the fragile beauties of motivation
A whir of warning winds signal me back to birth
Watch with your heart, run with your gut, ever so careful not to lose your mold
"They laughed to all the intrusive music
They danced hard enough to wake from a non fiction-based nap
They killed me when I couldn't be a source of entertainment
Strung like a puppet to every degree of debt
In social contribution by the migraine"
Our fight keeps using a voice that needs rekindling
I promised wet weather to myself
From the moment I set foot into my own autopsy
Past all the shimmer, beyond the urine-stenched conglomerates of those without a set of eyes to make contact with
"There is but the utter of all necessaries
Pushing ones that brimming light
Through the dregs of apartment life
A necessity that leaves me short of breath in the end
Watch with your heart, run with your gut
Primate winds blow me back to old bloodstreams
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