his skittle gum sprayed across the stage as i strummed along to some old timey folk tune he said the world is a stage and dammit girl your on it too making me laugh between the incessant refrain hardly noticed in the chorus of voices lifting higher into a revolution of understanding peace and love and all of us fighting to find a place somewhere in a moment bigger than all of us he came to my tent that night with offerings of cigarettes and sunscreen sacrificing his morrison shirt to be turned into a halter for me to wear at next nights show proof he told me that our moment once existed in the space between now and home.Birth sign: Libra
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