Tag: weave
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Changing Weather
Tomorrow’s dreams are not promised today We will sit on the edge of playful tales To clasp onto the desires of fate We will weave baskets with the love we played We dig deep searching for hidden water Let the wells swell with the life we have found Hoping the hours will not falter Contaminated…
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Brave
Brave Hot lead makes the sky tremble But it doesn’t keep the block empty Minivans rolling, trains cruising CTA buses are steady moving Indoor eating is half way shutdown But the fried chicken spot Has a line of cars stretched around the block Weave still getting laid, Miraculously the rent is getting paid It makes…
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