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Greg


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9 may 2013

Misfiguration

With infinity to do and nothing to say
Fade silent into breath taking wonder
A crossing for a king to sink
And a pain for the wretch to scream, and scream
 
Bring wondrous shackles to the brink of blackness
And scream for the lit cigarette
To burn you deep in the pits of wonder
To harmonize with your contentment, collapsing the wave
 
Feel free to say something, anything at all
Just let me know I'm important enough to ignore
To actively ignore, while shining bright on your phase
Let me know you notice the shun
 
Facade upon layer upon facade upon...
Digging softly with a layer of untouched pain
Kiss the solemn ground and lay feet bear
For the mourning comes and the sadness never leaves
 
The mourning goes and turns to photosynthesis
And leukemia for someone's grandmother
The hand that once held him from her wheel chair
Now is falling off for fear of reprieve.






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