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Run with me;
away from any of this useless anxiety,
away from all this notoriety,
away from this fucked up society.
Blend with me;
past all the hated halls,
past all these worthless brawls,
past all these chained walls.
Come with me;
to never again be so frail,
to the coasts and we'll set sail,
to forget about our own sad tales.
Build with me;
when our ark crumbles and we wash ashore,
when we can breath and not have to pay for it anymore,
when we're no longer pawns in someone else's war.
Walk with me;
through these forgotten lands,
through the trees, and softest sands,
through the years, holding hands.
Hold on with me;
as they find us and all is lost,
as our city falls and turns to frost,
as they chain us back, it was worth the cost.
Dance with me;
and shrug away all your concerns,
and watch as their city burns,
and know the wheel of time forever turns.
And wander with me;
again when it all folds over and starts anew,
again when we find each other in this deja vu,
again as a thousand life times...
Are a thousand too few.
away from any of this useless anxiety,
away from all this notoriety,
away from this fucked up society.
Blend with me;
past all the hated halls,
past all these worthless brawls,
past all these chained walls.
Come with me;
to never again be so frail,
to the coasts and we'll set sail,
to forget about our own sad tales.
Build with me;
when our ark crumbles and we wash ashore,
when we can breath and not have to pay for it anymore,
when we're no longer pawns in someone else's war.
Walk with me;
through these forgotten lands,
through the trees, and softest sands,
through the years, holding hands.
Hold on with me;
as they find us and all is lost,
as our city falls and turns to frost,
as they chain us back, it was worth the cost.
Dance with me;
and shrug away all your concerns,
and watch as their city burns,
and know the wheel of time forever turns.
And wander with me;
again when it all folds over and starts anew,
again when we find each other in this deja vu,
again as a thousand life times...
Are a thousand too few.
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The Town on Grand River by Sean C. Sousa
The Town on Grand River
by Sean Sousa
Please listen well, nation, travelers young & old,
There’s a story been written, but hasn’t been told,
It’s fastened and bound in the pages you hold,
a tale of depression and raging,
in a city that’s fallen but has yet to fold,
it’s the town on Grand River we’re naming.
Christened by France’s explorers and queens,
where Custer went forth with his brave Wolverines,
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STREET SCENE
The streets were crowded with people on their phones, all having different parts of the same conversation.
“—all right?”
“oh thank GOD, it’s so good to hear your voi--”
“Are you—”
“—heard from Marty?”
“what do you mean, you saw her….”
“Can’t believe it! You just missed the—”
“…no, no, that’s not possible.”
“…how bad is she…?”
“Oh thank God.”
Details scurried around through these conversations but the central quest
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I was so sad and angry when I started writing this... You can even tell... And then as it went along I had to give in and make it happier because this one was just asking for a cutesie/sweet ending.. Ergh, and now I'm not angry but want to be... (*~*)
THE POWER OF WRITING, WOOooOOoOoOOO!
*deep breath*
heehee, anywho, thank you for your time beloved reader comment whatever you think of it and ask any questions! Or don't, ye know, whatever you take a fancy to.
*muah*
THE POWER OF WRITING, WOOooOOoOoOOO!
*deep breath*
heehee, anywho, thank you for your time beloved reader comment whatever you think of it and ask any questions! Or don't, ye know, whatever you take a fancy to.
*muah*
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Excellent.