Out Of The Ground

Come out of the ground,
Ground the coffee into me,
Awake to the smell of health
And wealth, clarity for the
Prosperity, first death I died
Way back when,
Way back then,
Way back I no longer go,
For Tomorrow I borrow
And future is the suture
That fixes me, past sins
Deleted, me repeated,
Erase me the world
Effaces with me in it,
But do that, for I long
To live with impact,
And I can’t take this
Once back,

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