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Blood In the Street of Our Reason

I can’t run
I can’t hide
It’s frying in my mind

I can’t shirk
I can’t squirm
It’s frying and now, now
I am blind

Eyes pouring blood
in the street of our reason
roads calling for repair
collective spirit joining together
born, in a brand new season.

I can’t run
I can’t hide
It’s frying in my mind

I can’t shirk
I can’t squirm
It’s frying and now, now
I am blind

Eyes pouring blood
in the street of our reason
roads calling for repair
collective spirit joining together
born, in a
brand new season.

Born In A Brand New Season!

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Bringing real feelings along with messages of inspiration and imagination to life. Awakening is the symptom of my infectious condition. Poetry is my condition.

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