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It is their year for hating
So run like we've made it
And do not look back
Well maybe peek here and there
So the next attack shall not find us
I can take all you want me to
Naked we will still be
There is no patience for the immaculate
Always an improved hand
What we need is real
It will never happen while we stand
Mysterious contradiction
Will I be your potion?
And by this time you may wonder if I am friend or foe
For that silly disposition
I may tear down your alter of toys
walking from miles away
trying to capture the incessant murmur
this greater world even better I will see
whispering sweet rubber bullets in your ear
making you feel thunder in the soul of your feet.
You might drop me a line to invite me in
You may discard this absurd attempt to connect
Is forty too far gone, just right or merely began?
I thought so
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