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Microphones in the Trees

For us who are like bulldozers Sleeping in the sun For us who are like lightning Buried in the mud

30 June 2009

never.

You'll never meet him again.
Never see never smell never dream
Of a person willing to dream

Dynamic variable undead
anxious proud fearful

Never as well as now

Seek, dream, wish, stare
into the sunset
as it disappears
Posted by mountainmadeofsteam at 23:04

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