painfully reclusive, overly lonely, forever sleep-sick.
still alive, and writing.
i create music;
www.facebook.com/karlchristophmusic
this is the age of cycles,
this is the fights in role reversal,
this is the sequence of setting sail,
only to end up the beach.
this is the anger in clenched fists,
this is the gallant tears; down desperate cheeks
that bravely return home -
via the drains in concrete streets.
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