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006e25d5f93c5908e9295c648d9e7d94by Stefon Napier04 Aug 2013

You live a paraphrased life like one cajoling though an empty circus lot on a tricycle with an aged teddy bear riding shotgun in the basket.

Guitar in one corner of the room.
You rape it once in a while and it screams as you fiddle with it's wooden throat.

Yet,
Somewhere there is a sea and a sky that tremors slightly.
Of course there are people there too.

Old.
Young.
Non-canonical believers.