Sun (up)

The Sun cannot be bought,
but it will always be within your reach.

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Echoes of the Night

Tell the stars to hold me a place
I’m just here breathing the night
Smoke billows from my eyes
Watching the everyday rise
An ageless tune is playing somewhere
In the distant past of a feeling I forgot
Humming it I ring up these ghosts of mine
I’ll share a smile with them
The past is now and the present absent
It won’t matter at the crack of dawn
As with the smoke and my ghosts
I too will be gone.

Hang

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Fuck you
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