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Pale street with 
washed out blue shack 
cracks filled with stucco.
Miss colored in age.
Hey man, keep it together-
my trinity, that drives a mind
that shelters a heart 
as the soul mends.
I create, 3 word slogan 
that pull strings 
of blind to break through 
big light.
As i am messed up-
as i could be, these days.
                         In wake
am as messed up as i want to be.
I drink beers like communion wine
to feel the presents of God.
And the chorus goes-
I create within a word 
Love, Love, Love
that pull strings of blind
to break through 
for I’m coming home.