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Fuck the devil over

I don’t make deals with the devil

Looking for fame or fortune or love

I’m the one who fucks the devil over

By doing whatever the hell I want

My passion overcoming all

The physical, the mental, the emotional

With a single smirk on my face

Because I know…

I know more than he ever will

About the light in my hands and heart

I have a thousand scars

From a thousand million lives

Oh finally, I love them all

The beauty of scars makes me feel high

High like I’m riding on

Through the rainbow light

And laugh at the attempts to erase

With darkness over my eyes

I can’t make a deal with the devil

I already gave myself everything

I’ll fuck him over

With this smirk on my lips

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A war bigger

In 1918 my grandma was born before the end of the war

Four years before my grandpa was born at the start

And one hundred something years on, I care

Too much for two islands in my heart

I still swear that ten years back my life began

From across a wide ocean, I spoke in tongues

Like an intraverse of spoken land

A war bigger than the world

I continue into the unspoken one

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Sticking to my guts

I can’t stop telling this story

Of how my hands betray me

My fingertips slip then my foot trips

The darkness buttoning my insides

I want to stop telling this story

About my eyes shuddering in the mirror

Butterflies standing in hindsight

My eyelashes fluttering, their wings spring

Up and back into my stomach

Tummy rumbling like volcanic ash

Sticking to my guts like this story

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Just Surrender

The brain is moving a thousand same ways

Moving with dread for years after days

Under a pile of bookish thoughts to offset the strange

My heart came to the hell of the thunder

Just move in here, here to stay

Freeing the palpitations a year after the day

Tired of reading ‘know yourself’ to my Self

As if my heart knew enough

To just surrender

To the hell of the thunder

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Gold Bones

I can finally use this

Breath shaped like dragon’s scales

I can finally catch my own words

And curl my cheeks

I can finally close my eyes

Feeling your blue stare

My heart is opening

Has for four years or more

Finally, I use my smokey spirit

Fire kindled by my woodsy roots

I can finally feel it

I can finally feel you

I’ll take these coins and

They’ll ripple over my body

Ethereal clouds

My bones are GOLD

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