Like a break in the clouds.
There's more devils inside me
Than god should allow.
We use what we remember
And touch to create,
Come for me sweet wretchedness
Take away this loving hate.
More vices than choices
More thoughts than voices
I walk on,
Unsteady
Down thunder road.
I go on,
a time travel
and the universe unravels
Making origami from the faces I know.
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