A Texas Sky
An empty night
I want to fly
Let me go right?

Holding on to 
Empty memory
Staying in through
the night, stormy.

Wind, rain, hail, gales,
Late hours empties
Today's hatred
Your boots need tread.

Mud muck, mire, f*ck,
empty longing!
Haughty searching!
Dirty living.

When you're empty
That's all you see
For you can't see
Because you're empty.

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