Garbage Post: Quarters Three

Fists failing a fight against strong winds

Concentration sputtering when it begins

Street lights dull flickering towards death

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All illusions, deceptive, intrusive, barbed wire thoughts

Trickery checkpoints hoping to keep one lost

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God is all I’ve got

Soul he is an anchor, he is my lot

Pray through every storm

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