the floor had ashes,
felt turned inside out
edges eye shadow, threaten
those Vancouver alleyways
as musicians and dump trucks struggle to line up,
pack up and out.
crying children come out the pores,
eyes turn down at thieves, whores,
beggars begging high from the lunchtime crowds
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Just be the shit on the fucking floor crumble down, it's the final score you know you're worth nothing, prick, and you were the one ... -
Blue Jay is here rain showers clear these dusty-dirty-edges- Fogs gloss the green moss round the rocky pulpit ledges Moons wax an...
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The Earth with her divine beauty and union is yet to be properly healed But the time is coming, the moment close, where all will be revealed...
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