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my whole life is falling apart around me. I sit still silently as i watch the strongest person ive known wither away. tucked in tight, up to his chin with linens, filling the room with the shortest of breaths. I've been stolen from my home, with one swift motion, I've travelled backwards to fall in this hole, a sad salut and talks of a jazz song to stop the men from crying. We're all so tired here. We've got friends in high places and family even further up. We've been dusted for finger prints and our photos taken just so, with an 8 digit number resting softly beneath the chin. It means something, to somebody. But, none of it really means anything, 'cause someones always making something up, and its up to us to figure out who. But I can't figure out whats right, and it's keeping me up all night.
The darkened blue hue resting above our heads slowly fades to pink and back to blue, brighter this time. There is no difference between the days, but I can tell where they are, 'cause he starts on one end of the street and ends on the other. 'Cause he stands up in the morning, ready to work and starts to fall asleep right above those old trees and electric companies.
The darkened blue hue resting above our heads slowly fades to pink and back to blue, brighter this time. There is no difference between the days, but I can tell where they are, 'cause he starts on one end of the street and ends on the other. 'Cause he stands up in the morning, ready to work and starts to fall asleep right above those old trees and electric companies.