sleep in groove

part of the mind turns around

and then over

and how it leads toward

a mission and its own power and then it was slowed

down

gotta have the moments

and its own energy

and how it speaks

and where it taps into the core

and where it remembers

the tone and its own feel

until its best to stay chill

and not voice dis pleasure

over a moody fog which is blogging the moo

 

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how to smile

never after a question

and before the answer

of those who speak

and then those whom

had heard

and where it was phased

and then it was took

and i had to make one look

i guess it was a nerve that had been struck

and were it to have emerged

and then it was seeking

a factor and how it kept the attention

and those irons had steam

and long to dream

 

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saturday we rushed

wanted to do ninety nine things

and yet only thing

was memorable

and how the sail of the boat

went where it wanted

and who was to portray the captain

when nothing was said for chance

and how it kept a reminder

of being alone

and how it  felt so selfish

and then it rewinded

and how it took

a curve

and thus it was the bare

essentials

and its own tide

 

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where did you go

must have thought about your phone number

and saw your face

and dug what you were all about

still it took a night of driving

into a private era of nowhere to go

and nothing to know

and how it kept a meaning

and how it was the

stauts

and then it was the compassion

and were it a take

and how it must have felt

and then it was reaching new complex

 

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known so well

thinking and how it was the laughter

and how it kept the cool

and where it was the rules

and whom and what

composed and its own drink

and who is holding the keys

and where it must be lead

and how it gathered and it was about

moving toward and its own thirst

and how it stayed so crisp

and its own hustle

and never look

outside those eyes

 

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november corner

something strange

where the earth of

what we talk

and how we walk

and then it was the borrowed

secure

and how it came into the fire

and then it wanted the water

to curb

and send it to the side of things

how was it ever to being caught

and how it looked so far up

and thus it was the charming

and its own caught on no man’s territory

 

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mess of thoughts

something is all over like a newspaper

and  how it spoke so soon

and it leaped and then it wanted to be felt

and so heard

and yet it was the cat left out of the bag

and where it wanted and how it said the most

and how it got where it was being lead

and not where it was told

and those are the revenges of the exclusive charm

 

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rain and touch

how he sees her

and the melody and the lingering scent

of a well kept scene

and how it rewinds

and how the power of the

energy and where it laughs and then it smiles

away any doubt

those are the charms

and its own best pouring glass of rain

and how it was served with a lemon

of hope and comfort

these are the moments

and how sensual are the efforts

we tend to touch upon

 

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wicked reminder

where it was the secure

and how it was the evil

of the mind

and how it called the gold standard

of a freeness

and what it makes

and how it eluded

any time

and where it was the leftover

and how it begged

and then it was best

of the shelter of its own

calm

and what it had always known

and thus it was about being

gone

so soon

 

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study you

do you feel the earth move by

when our words are met

through the mind

and not within a loud

were it never about the other days

and how it was the theme of the better

of the nights

and how it exploded

and it did the things

where it was the human eraser

and how it moved

and then it was the quest

and how it played on

offer one another

 

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