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The Goods (day 10)

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That personifies excitement
A whole day filled with it
A blueish sky, redish clouds
A sweet bird that’s been calling my name
A sweet bird that’s been calling my name

With whips that clearly lash
And hair as black as night
Leather that moves my eyes
In fury that hath no ending
A fury that hath no ending

My speed which reaches vibrations
I’ve not yet been trained at
My engine loudly ticking away
In sweetened rhythmic banging
In sweetened rhythmic banging

That personifies excitement
When I roll into another day.

Belief (day 8)

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There’s times when all’s seeming far
When the sky is nowhere near
The future of forgotten years

There’s a lady without a memory
She spoke her mind to me
Never left me when I’s in need

Them’s was times it’s all I’d need
That caring hand
Come wash me away with sand

And then, in a saddened day of love
She got whisked away that day
Into another’s arms of stone

For me I was left here, left here all alone
Without a second soul
That would never let me go

So then, as I walked away that day
I was left to sit at bay
Wondering, though curious of all my ways

Could you ever listen again
Without your judging hand
And forever on your mind

A Gamble (day 7)

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It’s late at night, I can feel the blood running through my body like left over pizza
My ears are piqued, somewhat similar to concerned gophers peeking about for danger
The lights are turned down low, but not nearly low enough for transmission faults
I can feel the soul crushing sound emanating from the four doors of my sedan
and I’m feeling like trouble.

7 o’clock runs through my veins like the trouble I’m meant to be
Ringing of laughter and dreams I can play the movies I know last two hours long
But that’s alright, my judgement’s impaired with the fresh smell of a falling sun
It’s an amazing day turned amazing night, lovers are high with sinister anticipation
and I’m looking for trouble.

Epic & Raw (day 1)

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I saunter carelessly along
Foolishly grasping breath
Ignoring grins that seem too long
Madly in love with the music above
But too, not now, it’s you

A grip; sweaty. clammy
Clearly heated but determined
There shall not be a rousing interest
Shake the leather-ed look

Grasping grains and falling straws
Do all but hold up
Falling linens

Once were draped
In epic goodness

Now below as epic rawness