Spacing between space and TIME.
When the lights don’t wake me up, when the ants crawl on my
face. My eyes are a dark kind of black and my lips are colder than winter. The thoughts
that bring emotion with the red sea. And the places where bees like to sing.
When the tops of my toes fall off and my hair turns grey, when the mail doesn’t
come and the old men sing. Church is a place where the devil can dance and the
children can laugh. Do you believe in the words of the unknown?
DO YOU?
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