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I
dream of forgivenessA
memory, so foreign to me nowThat
wakes me to a still night.Some
hurt, somebody, some place long agoBut
it was me. A
cold..
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I have a finely tuned guitar
And a finely tuned car
That I drive to my finely tuned gym.
I have a finely tuned girlfriend
With a finely tu..
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She was a Waffle House Waitress
Everyone called her Big Love.
6’2, 240lbs, gold and red streaked braids.
Silver glitter painted on he..
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I've made myself into an island for youFashioning tides that sing, and a sun that heals.With an evening that is infinite, no....wait, immeasurable.I c..
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A soft, eloquent, sweet tone of memoriesflood my mind.Forging through the muckthe heavy saturated skies of my years.Its sentimental sound plagues medr..
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Weeping for the world as we lay our stonesA harsh exodus from this severed placeSifting through the ashes of a defamed throne.Who knows when or where ..
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We're all just pilgrims my son.Born with a mind to change, wonder, and reach.You have the soul of a farmer. Those tattered clothesand callused hands d..
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Someone whispered to Lenny Baker ColeNot quite a cry, not really a murmurYou're gonna turn out just like your fatherBlowing on that trumpet for a poor..
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