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The girl in the green room,born with the right to anonymity, 

We breath among trees whose shelter never laid a shield overhead other then in dreams brought freely .

 Does the sky change without me?  

Haven’t met under it in a good long while

Saying goodnight to bad habits with coughs and jacked-in cords.

Smoke the train gust down ,because yes you still are meant to be a pianist

 ,I’d care for the tune that's lacking and cancer can't touch you.

muse and cover just a bit of ground

,but the moon landing is still a thing we question .  

Fingers crossed behind a swear 

 Life's only consistent when it comes to waring shoes ,

when that wains, just have to laugh