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early this morning there was this man who arrived at the back door. he came without a sound and fell fast asleep on the porch. tonight the air was cold enough to freeze the moisture in your mouth and as i was tight and warm in bed i rolled over the things i would do in the morning. there were...

lines you feed you feed your face face it man ... theres nothing here for in this place theres this nothing you find you find this place that finds you each time and every way is such such as you left it such as you first did that long time ago when things werent as they are this time...

behind that face and inside your eye lies to me when i ask were the sides are defined.

be outsides and outsider your lines seem to be comming too close to when we started there and were together as we all begin being drawn into and away from just thinking what we thought it was in the begining just think we ALL know whats right all we know is whats right ...

as once we were the last ones to let you go to that seat were you rest your weary words i seem to realize that not so far from that place is were you find the ones who let you be who and what you are ... nothing more than what we love about you ... here in these ways and times, alone...