What If Uncle Ben Had Lived?-POOR OLD LU

falling down the stairs climb into the sea the world is on it’s hands then it’s on it’s feet touch the silent man who cares where he goes stand high upon his back like the ground beneath your toes the breeze is too much for me – anymore (I’ve seen this in people who are weak) and if I push the blade in deep will in break inside of me in me, in me, in me… reaching for a star with my eyes dead on the floor racing all the time my soul can’t take much more touch the silent man who made himself so low will I spit on him again and turn myself away what more will it take falling down the stairs climb into the sea the world is on it’s hands then it’s on it’s feet touch the silent man who made himself so low make yourself as small just He and I and all [[Category:Poor Old Lu]]

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