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October Loud road & thin air slash of blue through cloud Unturned leaves on rooftop fall spiral birds rising black Heart, rise with line of birds fear not naked coming fall. Let fall nerves let rise truth let go & go how to tell these skies this wind from when blowing behind wind turns as in a dream I had no wings When turning leaves fall then all will stand or fall & one will not run the fuck down & you will not see the useless side of me hitching its way out of town. Loud road dark cloud bird going turns.
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