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Static
She died this morning.
everything static
rein on everything perfected
remembering one is still a number
lines of skin and kisses mending
look how real life can be
death and love, the balance of reality
is forever too long for us?
I spell god without a capital g
yet I will be redeemed
the layers of time is piling up
hoping it’s on its last scale
a single tear that shook this earth
such a quiet disaster to behold
mother earth embrace all that is asking
I closed my eyes to the wind before
all man kind is ready for a revolution
let this sky come crashing down
