Love is blind
faith is blind
still
we walk
with our eyes closed
with the shutters
in our homes shut tight
light desperately leaking in
God despertly sneaking in
and the one eyed man we call king
utters fabrications in place of truths
in the night
flooding our minds with dreams
so that it seems
[…]

on
sad
summer
days
I
like
to
follow
bread
crumbs
in
a
line
back
home

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