These walls are wet
Where I've kept
Myself entombed
Too long.
Shoulder to stone
I'll push and wiggle
Until the light is warm,
Until the dark is gone.

I step unseen
From the grotto
Where I wallowed
With my song;
The stupor echoes
Of my voice,
The only voice,
Of an aria
That went wrong.

The music's sounding
Better now,
I'm distanced from
My cave;
I'll keep moving
East for now,
For westward
Is my grave.

I feel pretty when he's not around
it's like he's a stonewall
falling on my crown

The latitude of your attitude
is flying high
your pitch is up
and it's stuck singing
in perfect harmony
your cup is overflowing
and your plate is full
so pick up the spoon
sometime around noon
then its time to smile
and win this trial
it's about perception
and that
makes all the difference

unaware,oblivious
you're constantly talking
talking is not required
kiss me

It picked her up like a
helpless little leaf.
And didn't even mind
That she was really trying.
Selfish
Nature.

The room started spinning
Her mind went numb.
She felt nothing.
And she felt it everywhere.
Spinning.
Dizzy.
And then it stopped and she

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