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refugees in a cargo train
sullen faces and dull eyes
spirits forlorn in forced circumstance
stealing the air.
looking without seeing
no human con..
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we sped past a cream and copper skyline
the finality and the intensity, the promise
made in earnest.
in the darkness, next to me she lingered
arm ..
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some days and weeks they stumble past one sleep to the next my sheets strangely empty but i have occupied them alone for as long as i can remember and..
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My eyes alter shadows
To the dancing shapes
And the lonely melody
Is keeping me awake.
The screen is bright-
Pixellated and harsh
And your words..
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endless hours of nothingness
crammed with idle thoughts
and memory, and plans
and spinning circumstance.
talk to me, catch my eye
divert my mind ..
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burst before me
as my hands tuck into cuffs
and spark around me
as my hat gently hugs my hair
light up my face
as you light up the clouds
and sh..
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hijack my thoughts, steal my mind
invade me, charter me, with ceaseless words
anything other than the release, not half as sweet
as syllabic dreami..
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a wide road opens, indefinite path
curving round, full of possibility
of bright eyes and soft smiles
and nuzzling nose to nose.
they will eclipse ..
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i scan and feel sick
regurgitating phrases
i never wanted to read
and lou reed, he croons to me
soft melodies, bittersweet
like you.
you who ins..
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how can it be?
so easily placated with him
effective transference
the only pain felt in the wrench
and she seems so happy.
this nature cannot tou..
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