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addict purple hair guy walks down the street whistling a tune too loud combat boots and a smile ask him if i can walk a while he takes my arm and leads the way thru tar blocked crevices, serene I tell him that I can not lie he says he knows, but wonders why? the blue car follows us silent still i get scared and close my eyes he shocks me into a shallow hole i feel the rush of a cloud in flight the obscurity of a sand less hill he walks me up right to my door i slowly speak and ask for more he tells me firm this is the end gives my keys back, by the way i try to call but have no voice i realise now this is my choice |
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i am deluded, perplexed through forethough, afterthought and drug induced insanity. i am tomorrow, today, this second, this miniscule snippet of time held out by two hands over wrought and wrung out i am never, maybe and forever i am every breath that you take as you climb and scramble along the rungs of your misguided, mishapen sanctity. you've never seen my face but you hold my heart in yout hands, my fragility bleeds like wrists nailed to a cross, my life spews forth like a tidal wave to a deserted shore. how can i forgive the only love that has ever made me bleed true blood? |
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