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My sutured mind
Post-op’ed and dry
Keeps slowly does it time
Impaled by trust
Shot up with your
Four in the morning eyes
Where do I go?
Where do I go?

Where do I go?
Where do I go?

She’s drifting ‘round
My barren ground

Breaks slowly cold or crazed
These dust dead eyes
Are focused far
Behind these summer days

Where do I go?……

And will I come of age?
Make your day?
Be precious and contrived?
Or will I blow you all away?

Where do I go?……..


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