A bootlegger out of place. Out of time. Wearing yesterday’s clothes. Adorned in old time styles. A relic from the past. A memory that no longer lasts…..
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Ezra assessing the situation
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Why bother, why care? Because dear, you are here. Other’s are there. Where? Way beyond, out of reach. Please, tell me why. Of this I can’t teach….
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Daylight escaping into the darkness…
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woke up twice last night…never figured out why…thought I heard a voice…a distant cry… anguished howling…bye and bye…giving me a chill…left me wondering why…
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peacefulness…
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Open you’re eyes, be aware. Telltale signs are everywhere. Riddles and rhymes. Symbols and signs. Easy to see. Hard to discern. Could serve you well, good to learn….
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she is refusing to help out around here…
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Like a bird you fly away, nothing I can do. Nothing I can say. Watching you take flight, fills me with fright. My heart breaks, my soul aches. How much can I take?….
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Zero accomplished. Nothing attained. Hooray, my laid back day. No stress to be found, anxiety released. I’ll do as I please. Please what I do. Listen to me, not to you…..
Escape Reality 