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galloping around
on a one armed roulette wheel...
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meadow flower popped
into a vase made me smile...
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Upon the banks of high street shops
between the stores their anchor drops...
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Can you hear that whining sound up there;
A constant sound I've taught myself to bear...
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Incumbent dark seeks and envelopes my soul
No voice of comfort no hand to hold...
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I fear the dark
every time I'm locked within your box...
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Love, lust or just sex.
Why do I read into things...
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When our heart is sore
emotions are overly tired...
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Ants crawl over fretting
newts that writhe and twist like...
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Crayons mixed with cloud formations
dance upon a ceiling of chipped paint...
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I imagine now a lonely death,
where I may muster sickened breaths...
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I dont need you to analyze
the phases of my dying child...