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Tuesday, September 17, 2013
pot of gold
It never goes away Steel sitting in the recesses of mandibles But you don't cry It's laughable that body reacting to voices behind doors and wet leaves And it's been two years Yes and more More, as history falls dripping Rejoice! The sky is vast and liquid, embracing Look up! Hips rising Parting the clouds Living takes place where the rays come in Illuminating sewers and blown trash Turning them into the art we exhibit in the halls where our loved ones used to be Rejoice! 'cause that's all you can do 'cause you are rich and the dust will turn to gold.