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sing again...

Bring your voice to top the front

Don’t leave it at hind-sight

I remember when we were children

How we began to fight

Through silent nights

Too deep in fright

As we met, in bright light

And made it all disappear

Come back and clear the voice I sheered

Sing again with musical tears

Come back

Goodbye, my friend.
11:34 PM
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new two. better two

Goodbye, my friend.
11:11 PM
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where are we?
what the hell is going on?
the dust has only just begun to form
crop circles in the carpet
sinking feeling

spin me round again
and rub my eyes,
this can't be happening
when busy streets amass with people
would stop to hold their heads heavy

hide and seek
trains and sewing machines
all those years
they were here first

oily marks appear on walls
where pleasure moments hung before the takeover,
the sweeping insensitivity of this still life

hide and seek
trains and sewing machines (oh, you won't catch me around here)
blood and tears (hearts)
they were here first

Goodbye, my friend.
12:49 PM
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early Lesbos

Goodbye, my friend.
10:50 PM
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more fun with bubbles..

Goodbye, my friend.
5:22 PM
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So far away from where you are
Streets and Lights torn us apart
And I miss you
So far away
Standing in and out of the fog
And I wish you were here
I miss the years that were erased
I miss how sunshine would light up your face
I miss all the little things
I never thought that they’d mean everything to me
I miss you
And I wish you were here
I feel the beating of your heart
I see the shadows of your face
Just know that wherever you are
I miss you

Goodbye, my friend.
2:29 PM
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Just Got to Thinking

In between the sunny Saturday and the snowy Sunday here in Minnesota, I changed from a happy enlightened adventurer to a hermit with no desire or ambition to move a step outside the door. Snuggling up in the coziness of my studio as the cold settles in for what appears to be the last time, I got to thinking, is it true? Is it possible that multiple personality weather is the ultimate cause for multiple personality disorder?

Goodbye, my friend.
11:25 PM
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Myself ;

    Kal (:
    22 July

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