So bitter to taste in haste, a mouldy paste
So I cried hitching a ride, a maniac by my side ?
So I was fired for being tired, wrongly admired
So I had to let it slide, again I cried until I died
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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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