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Never close your eyes again
No days go by without a victory,
No stars shine, no moon rise, no love,
Finding beauty in a language not history,
what is happening cannot be spoken
time is out
running out, running out
dream richly to myself
it's the last few days
Kids are lighting fireworks
on the two streets that make a Horseshoe
where the Dallas county line breaks
off into anarachy; a word that looks like two lines of dirt
made by the same child’s hand.
