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It's quite fun to seehow much longer I can be.A sagging oak tree.
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Holding the world up,how much longer can I last?A sagging oak tree.
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When I need a hand,when the dark sky hangs heavy,hand grasps at nothing.
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Chipped away by grit,rusted, eaten by the tides.Forgotten armor.
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Synaesthesia is a brick in my wall.
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If I died by dawn,would she notice I'm not there?Would she even care?
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Five pounds of pressure.Half of my brains on the wall.How long would it hurt?
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A succulent feast,but only one place to set.Hot bowls, cold comforts.
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Alone in its cage,a lovebird without a mate.Songs sang to no one.
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The bullet chambered,life hanging by half an inch.Leaf about to fall.
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