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my goodness i'm a crazy bouncing sonofabitch
looking lovelier like losing my heartthrobbing
brain somewhere on the tracks my muscles
failing to relax hearing the industrial blast
of a passerby train my hands clouded with
memory ink and a foul possibility of languishing
in the present moment at home it never seemed
so easy to stop outside in the snow & breathe
but here we are ~ shining star ~ how I wonder