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now we walk around with cell phones and smart phones and what appears as unlimited access can call stockholm call italy and ask to speak to the pope hey pope what’s ya doin’  

fearing contagion how you could drive by and i would become sick just the thought ignorant in a car seat determined to go nowhere and you deserve life deserve happiness deserve the time spent never being alone

was fucking sick thought i was dying cause i am asking for a pardon just let the clock tick alittle longer found what had been missing — — — death’s release to somebody you probably know heard the fatal news said something about not coming here i surrender waited not really just did not want…

Seems like the spirit doesn’t see age or read poems.That’s for us to see.The spirit sees light and movement and knowledge,learns how to see energy.Miss your clarity.What we would see,what we would say.How your spirit is not so happy.Where’s Terry?Fuck if i know.He is that person you described.That is not what my spirit says.That is…

maybe it was awkward will always love you i just lost faith

wondered sometimes if we even had a heart