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You must stay drunk on writing so reality cannot destroy you.
~Ray Bradbury
In spoken signs of living words
We squandered labyrinthine highways
Living in longing, a listless endeavor
Little did we know was vested in time
In spoken signs of living words
We borrowed off of broken pathways
Built bonfires of brilliance to belie
Our belief beyond the fracture line
In spoken signs of living words
Equating distance with doomed desires
Discharging duties in droll indifference
Desperately divining that faith is always blind.
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