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Old Change

Powder my nose old aquantances 

familiar faces and damp thriving places

I've gotta pace this but 

every change is change 

coin caranage and 

Im tryna rearrange my 

process and structure a new

Its in the little morning dew 

bell few things that ring crisp

and shine out silver tones adjustment

was stuck, an combust but 

through my rust is

settlement gold dust and

I dont need a big picture

I just need day by day

to simply play and plunder 

embrace each thunder storm 

sway and be swayed 

by the internal external frey 

 

23/07/16

◄ Old Moon Blues

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