machineryA Poem by Blackstone Featherfallshould get to bed
machine keeps runnin voice works in my head so i've got nothing get those thoughts gone wipe them onto paper light a couple candles do myself a favor where's the progress, man? this isn't what we planned should get to bed machine keeps pumpin dreams turn into days days turn into patterns dream a little bigger tap into potential get those thoughts to shoo! whatever it takes, fix the mood play a couple records do my boy a favor make a little progress, man stick to the plan stay outta bed machine knows somethin © 2010 Blackstone Featherfall |
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Added on February 21, 2010 Last Updated on February 21, 2010 AuthorBlackstone FeatherfallWalkabout, AustraliaAbouteverything has changed identity issues aren't what they used to be the bed is smaller age is smoke nothing will bridge this gap, black slime pit, until your body is my body but everything has.. more..Writing
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