The charts are tipping over
from
aLL the Lines
the quadrants full of aXis
flippant and fiddling
razors sharp with wit
According to the newscasters the data is in...
up.
but
We have no where left to go
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In the midst of the rubble we must pick up our chins win sideways or not at all find the beauty in the butterfly wing soar on the ocean with...
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Soaking up the rain and whipping spit of the waves, as he stood next to the ocean of my memory, a fire hydrant in a red windbreaker, glaring...
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"Well...that was dramatic." I didn't know what he meant until I saw the ink spilled everywhere and the moths in her hair like ...