We have stoops on streets and corners so what lands can be heard from the cracks on steps
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Tides flow empty and drums beat they beat I am beat
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And Miss Henderson waves good-bye to her son from the sun
And Sarah’s mom’s funeral was sad
Because fuck cancer
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Life can’t be written away by historians or philosophers
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Tucked away trauma
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Resurfacing
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Triggers
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Nixon Malcolm Kennedy and Dr.Martin Luther King Jr.
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Under the earth where trauma goes to die
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Can you remember where you were when the twin towers fell
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A millisecond can’t alter it to any degree of logic
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What lives must die
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Gravity
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And memory will remind me
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That alterations are tragic misconceptions
Of the truth
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And nothing is more traumatic
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Than the truth
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And time sets again
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The Loop
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