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breaking out of a broken home misery makes for interesting bedfellows the project blocks shrink in the distance while he makes his way for parts unknown thinkin about being full grown odd jobs fill the lonely days and hunger pains give the night hours life looking out from a tattered box understanding all his dreams are blown wishing he was really full grown on an oil crew just outside of Gnome spring in Alaska so nice and mellow attempting to make a living wage, meeting resistance feeling like he is all alone knowing he is not full grown on his knees he sits and prays to grant him happiness, to take a wife without a key, he picks the locks like a mighty bird already flown he waits and waits to be full grown through his matted hair he pulls a comb the tangles cause him to scream and bellow but he doesn’t give up relaying on his persistence never realizing he is completely owned which is the year he becomes full grown on the soft grass he stares and lays looking back on the years of strife imagining himself free like the Fox escaping his lips, a defeated moan I may not live long enough to be full grown in a nice wool suit sitting by the phone looking out at the daffodils blooming yellow a flash of realization hits him in an instance all I do is **** and groan waiting to be told that I am full grown peace surrounds him and the feeling stays rest finds him, granting and end to his life buried now under clumpy dirt and rocks he died as he lived without ever getting the bone not really knowing he was always full grown
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Apr 21, 2015
Apr 21, 2015 at 12:19 PM UTC
unrealized potential
breaking out of a broken home misery makes for interesting bedfellows the project blocks shrink in the distance while he makes his way for parts unknown thinkin about being full grown odd jobs fill the lonely days and hunger pains give the night hours life looking out from a tattered box understanding all his dreams are blown wishing he was really full grown on an oil crew just outside of Gnome spring in Alaska so nice and mellow attempting to make a living wage, meeting resistance feeling like he is all alone knowing he is not full grown on his knees he sits and prays to grant him happiness, to take a wife without a key, he picks the locks like a mighty bird already flown he waits and waits to be full grown through his matted hair he pulls a comb the tangles cause him to scream and bellow but he doesn’t give up relaying on his persistence never realizing he is completely owned which is the year he becomes full grown on the soft grass he stares and lays looking back on the years of strife imagining himself free like the Fox escaping his lips, a defeated moan I may not live long enough to be full grown in a nice wool suit sitting by the phone looking out at the daffodils blooming yellow a flash of realization hits him in an instance all I do is **** and groan waiting to be told that I am full grown peace surrounds him and the feeling stays rest finds him, granting and end to his life buried now under clumpy dirt and rocks he died as he lived without ever getting the bone not really knowing he was always full grown
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Apr 21, 2015
Apr 21, 2015 at 12:19 PM UTC
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