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neon sally she dreams with all the lights on; screaming neon embedded in her lids, a train without a station . instant ministers guide her faith; hailing their plastic crosses with swinging fist, a salesman's smile . preach on, with righteous cries; lead the flock steadily further into deluded visions all your own . show us your histories; defined by the the switching tones of grey in your hair, the feet of crows swaddling your blink . your soul is crying, testify; raise your awkward spindles toward heaven, prove you aren't lost . the alleys won't erase you; just leave yourself a trail, filled with the stale bits of who you were . circle back, regarding the shadows; taste the humming shades of red, let the neon be your guide . end . Malakai 5.1.00 |
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