paper tiger burning

Sleepless in the city
All I ever do
Is wake up and sleep
Loosing control now
Looking for answers
Among the delirious

Black bears in the corners of my eyes
Our lady of the church; One. White. Crow.

Fly straight

The checkered past of thirteen

Elsewhere
All standing next to me
I don’t quite think
I wanna rock
& so I do

My reservations abated

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