Build that ladder, own that shit, buried beneath a pile of it, see the sky, breathe in deeply, button your cuff, the shit is seeping, a mile climb, don’t look back, use some of the bricks from the wall you cracked, it’s time to heal while your sleeping, beware of the treacherous friends your keeping, one day soon it’ll be time to stop, on the grass of green at the pastures top, look up far at the twinkling stars, the trouble behind you, peace at last.
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Glance at the phone, contacting no-one, letters unopened, see bygones be gone, lie in a darkened room, while not wanting to venture outsid...
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Clean light does not shine here anymore magnolia walls have become dirty to the floor grey linoleum floors sticky past directional tape the... -
Movement is to do, better still not! It is a feeling, a moment in time a thought or a critique sublime never mind the bullshit be easy on ...
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