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Thee urge within tossed in a proverbial waste bin... “Mine”… Once self-sustaining; home grown supply stockpiled... Sad to say the ink dried… Blueprint of my “describe” has-been burned alive by high Fahrenheit… Valuable molecules disperse, vapor like… they escape but ashes won’t rise; no free rides… I know right? Gravitational pulls a stingy ass child… 1st cue the tears, next must broom the eyes. Pruned digits vomit the peace sign… Just as I leave “it” all behind.  Voices inside permeate where a soul lies… the sweetest nectar of sound… caramelized… Feels like I occupy the pearly gate place; where old and young post-demise come to get welcomed or be denied … My God! The beautiful octaves advise… Heed with no question, never ask why; too obvious obedience required so I’ll be quiet… mimicking silence… Bind me to the desk for a few many nights. Crowbar to break wide Pandora to get wise, always been a cheat and the worst liar…Divorced books… too soon they waved goodbye.  We never did read much did us Gemini? Water I cried brine the ash, bring life back to dust heap remnants I find… Kind advice: Braid an idea, fuse the thickest vine lasso a star and begin your climb. If the seams come loose blame the fool who didn’t secure his line…