NOS

Attired with stars
No man would be old
Everything is endured

The bread that we store
Our casual creeds
The gold that we hide furtively

Believe what is true
Love what is rare
Drink what is clear
There�s so much blood there

Our hands blistering from their haste
Our backs caving in with the weight

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Don�t ignore

One moment it's you, then soaring wind
Rising, I let it carry me
As if it were the first rain
To where lies seem like reason

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Don't ignore

Tripping across my bones on the floor
One picture atop the other
The sorrow of scars and brown rivers
Feel, as if nothing else matters