matthew-albert-perryWhisper

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We LaughIt’s funny, how we laugh. / A crippled man with a cane, / We laugh.
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Solemn HourSolemn hour / Yonder year, / Take the latter second,
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EscapeI walk around with my label-gun / and stab you with your permanent mark. / You belong here, with them.
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Open wordsI stood there with open words, / A blank mind and colorful slate. / Free of prejudice, the glass seems clear.
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Angry, feverish hateA sudden feeling - / One that flows through the veins, / Into your hands - clenched
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A ShowerAs I stand there, with the water through my hair / I look around and see the tiles, / Beige, and the grout,
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On the Edge, and back againIt’s like standing on the edge of a cliff - / and looking down / a downward spiral into a whirlpool,
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The world spins with meHere I am, I stand / for one thing / I stand tall and proud
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Inside a Poet's MindI sit inside a poets mind, / And mess with the machine, / Their stories pour and print on paper,
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09, February 2011A hopeless romantic, / Armed with rose in hand, / A humble appearance in a sappy film.
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