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J.B.

The Cog

Calmly, lay down your arms.
Homely dawns brought you here
and our wheelhouse is empty
The cyclical cycle of fear
 
A broken home to blame
maybe just gross nature
Entrust me with your hope
says the horizon’s overture
 
You’re hurting, We’re in pain
manifesting every plagued choice
taking in where it’s at,
decide if you had a voice

(2015)

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