Then- you’ll become Seven.

writing like he would

trust and he would

 jump from project to project-

he’ll walk in our shoes,

Breathe from our mouth

and love in my place. Can’t

imagine walkin’ alone

missin’ a little tone

 like a child gone missin’.

Now we’re here-

growin’ old together

found a mole underground

  and it was the old me

   tunnels found wantin

for us to return

return to the shadow land

where the sand owns the earth.

Our ticket has expired-

mentioning us is a requirement

this is just the beginning bring out the starter kit

and I’...

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