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To their own grace lies a mystery
Breaking influence and ground
Letting roots go down
Deep.

And for this they're bare again
possessing fruit made of stone
Like an overlapping sense of unfairness
Drapping sadness; folding arms

And as the sun streaks, the ground freezes
smoke spills its musky air as
the cigarette sizzles to its death
in the snow;
Sorrow.

It's an age of anger
and the anger race is revolutionized
Our concept of the structure and function
of this has changed;

the foreground of the branches in its
own lonesome season.

How sad 'is all.

Betting bottom dollars
Producing ailments in speech
You can taste affliction in your seats
But its the same as the lily
soaked in milk
Sort of dying its happy death.

22 out of 89 years
makes the music slide right.

Every piece
in short of breath
Making tone
making meek.

Sink down deep.
Sink down up.
Freeze.
And unfreeze
again.