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#perfection

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the clock

A white clock ticks 

With hollow sound 

High from the ground 

Its hands turn round 

 And as it goes on ticking 

On by night and day

Its hands begin reaching; 

White clock turning gray

Its numbers fade and leave 

As each second is reported 

It is more than you perceive 

For time here has distorted 

 Reaching from up high 

Its arms keep on expanding 

To take from those nearby; 

Lifetime it is demanding 

 With none willing to lose it 

The blackened clock slows 

Stopping in a sputtering fit 

It cracks but no one knows 

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Some country artists worth listening to:

Johnny Cash 

Molly Tuttle

Pinegrove 

Rhiannon Giddens

Leyla McCalla

Townes Van Zandt 

Blaze Foley

Hank Williams, Sr.

Mojave 3 

Widowspeak

Wilco

Uncle Tupelo

Gillian Welch

Lucinda Williams

Brandi Carlile

Drive-By Truckers

Mojo Nixon

Justin Townes Earle 

Lydia Loveless

Hayes Carll

Shakey Graves

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The words we hear, we can soon forget. But the words left unsaid, we will always regret

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Desolated Demon

The cut is deepened by the thorn 

my heart is hard as a horn

Alone in this desolate town, 

it grows stronger on its own 

See right through this empty and shelled heart 

See right through my wounded part 

Capture what you seek and I will become your salvation 

No army will take you away nor will it be your isolation 

Long ago, the forest has forgotten your soul 

But if you come with me, you will be 

remembered for more than just a toil 

Your last words were not forsaken 

Instead, you were awaken.

 Awaken in a new life with your demon 

And for what is worth, you are human

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In the dark I lie 

In my bed I ponder 

The meaning of life 

The hour of death

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Tired, I should sleep 

But my mind awaking 

Bothered by the noise 

 That my brain is making

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Inheritance

I am haunted by ghosts that I’ve never seen. 

Shadowed by spectres of my family’s past. 

My troubles, my sorrows, they’re only a dream. 

There is nothing there for the shadows to cast.

#4line #poetry

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Rolling down

Down I roll the path of life, 

uncontrolled, unstable. 

Down I roll the path of life, 

sitting at a table. 

#4line #poetry