#hoodrattshit

I lived one life before this skin, then lost the name I entered in. The sign went dark, the fire stayed, an orphan born from what decayed. My title is a constant war, one leaves as one approaches shore. They trade the throne but never meet, yet both belong above one street. That street was christened not for trees, nor saints, nor men, nor memories. Its name is what the merchants do when something leaves their hands for you. Now hunt a number dressed as time, four figures hiding in the rhyme. The year a hungry yellow face first chased four ghosts around a maze. Inside, the missing part is prized; the emptiness is advertised. Some wear a twist, some wear a crown, some enter pale and leave there brown. So find the place that changed its face, but never truly left its place. Where opposite halves divide the sky, the sweetest circles wait nearby. #goodluck #salem #oregon #happyhunting #marbles