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I raise my eyes to the mountain A caravan of recovering junkies Looking out for bandits In the wilderness

A mother widowed A murderer son in jail Cleaning out our veins At the crossroad

Away from the lights of the city I sleep with a blanket of stars The smoke leaves the fire Like a jinn

Lord guide us and refine us Through the furnace of the day I scribble like a converted druid scribe In a dark cave

I raise my eyes to the mountain A caravan of recovering junkies Looking out for bandits In the wilderness A mother widowed A murderer son in jail Cleaning out our veins At the crossroad Away from the lights of the city I sleep with a blanket of stars The smoke leaves the fire Like a jinn Lord guide us and refine us Through the furnace of the day I scribble like a converted druid scribe In a dark cave

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I want to be candid and say I appreciate your poems. Well written and make me spontaneously wrote prose.

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Sweet. Likewise bro. Trying to get to post some more. She's quite talented as well.

Who is this about

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I just drank some whiskey and came up with something I wrote about my dead father.

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Hair of the dog ey?

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I don't like bothering people I dont know.. If she wants she can talk to me.

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Nah, she's cool. Just trying to get her involved