in the winds wailing and flailing and i stand here listening to those who chatter in the winds that are sheer listening to voices from long long ago 10, 20, maybe 25 years ago every step we took together is taken away tracking , macking, seriously lacking grace, by god, by country living and dead giving by god's decree these voices are only heard by me only by death am i declared free from the pain that springs up from a broken water main and this is more than standing in the rain the wind's voice is blown direct to my ear just what exactly is the word "blear?" from one minute to the next comes a toxic fear that renders my skin sheer but clear it means that i hear dead people who wish to be alive for what they do, i don't know for what they do strive.Birth sign: Aries
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