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Water the lawn so it won’t die Passed out in the dandelions Compose yourself and blaze a trail Splatter it on the easel Crack of lightning False doors lead to nowhere Can I pull this off? No sense in not trying Take what you need And keep it forever For it's all you have All you need for a life time Throw it and run A tearful good bye Trash and compost falling from the skies I leave a note to explain Re writes Re write I can’t bring myself to Scribble regretful ink onto An unforgiving paper Smoke fills the room Screaming, blind fear Say goodbye hide run and hide -Tommy Johnson It’s almost never too late We’ll be safe here Lick it shut Blend in with the padlocks It has stopped For now Brick layered Vent away It will never be the same Security abandoned Unfathomable evolution Genetic paint job Stuck Waiting frantically For our savior The key to a fire Is a relentless urge to burn It’s happening My imperfections Clocked In at high speed Surfacing my conscious mind Swerve through the wreckage The waste piled high The wheels spin I’ve got it I’m here
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Dec 3, 2013
Dec 3, 2013 at 12:22 PM UTC
On Your Mark
Water the lawn so it won’t die Passed out in the dandelions Compose yourself and blaze a trail Splatter it on the easel Crack of lightning False doors lead to nowhere Can I pull this off? No sense in not trying Take what you need And keep it forever For it's all you have All you need for a life time Throw it and run A tearful good bye Trash and compost falling from the skies I leave a note to explain Re writes Re write I can’t bring myself to Scribble regretful ink onto An unforgiving paper Smoke fills the room Screaming, blind fear Say goodbye hide run and hide -Tommy Johnson It’s almost never too late We’ll be safe here Lick it shut Blend in with the padlocks It has stopped For now Brick layered Vent away It will never be the same Security abandoned Unfathomable evolution Genetic paint job Stuck Waiting frantically For our savior The key to a fire Is a relentless urge to burn It’s happening My imperfections Clocked In at high speed Surfacing my conscious mind Swerve through the wreckage The waste piled high The wheels spin I’ve got it I’m here
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Dec 3, 2013
Dec 3, 2013 at 12:22 PM UTC
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