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02.Heart Of The Continent |
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North wind sinks |
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The fence around a lot full of debris |
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Near the corner of Memorial and Me |
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Where resurrected brick and drywall lean back into place |
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There's a terrified reflection of my face |
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All alone at the gleaming knife display |
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In the army surplus sales. |
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As the dusk descends and my inspiration fails. |
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Ghost-filled discount parkas, sleeping bags |
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Peer at me from the crumpled dark. |
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Inky bruises punched into the sky by bolts of light |
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And then leak across the body of tonight. |
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While rain and thunder drop and roll, |
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Then stop short of a storm |
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Leave the air stuck with this waiting to be born. |
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As I stand before an unresponsive automatic door, |
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Just another door that won't open for me anymore |
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The exit red gets brighter then blinks off, |
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Presses me into the crumpled dark. |
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There's a billboard by the highway |
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That says "Welcome to", "Bienvenue" |
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But no sign to show you when you go away. |
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And our demolitions punctuate |
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All we mean to say, then leave too late. |
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So I'll make my shaky exclamation mark |
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With a hand full of the crumpled dark. |
