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Weekends Stop Here, This is Bat Country

nearjat

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Weekends Stop Here,This is Bat Country

But we can stop here
Trapped by the drive to survive outside the lives wrapped meekly
Built by design to climb high only to find the skies leaky
Fine Streaky lines tie my mind to peace weakly
seven days weigh too little- late eats me- alive
But barely- rarely crossing goals with moles that still see me and
Greet me with holes in their chases with souls held in cases in case they need to feel the embrace to displace every trace of the race we call dreaming, down streaming
Because I am a lazy nation crave the hazy vocation
of grazing on Halcyon and being prescribed the patience of a
blind racist taking five paces
to see what a crime waste is -waist deep in anxiousness
Now define complacent
 
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