March 2010
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2010 mind revolution
a jazz head spins records to night white walls breath early smoke they cry heavily on such dose for a swing trying to crack open in our cold wind bones fixed own old club hearts a goal the vicious a forgotten day let alone a child play wanting to let go we never pray water runs down a wall and the music is on a monster sleeps on two beds let it rest aside work has to be done misery is free and...