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Voices from the dead
reverberate to
hang off walls within my head and
I am being led down darkened streets,
the chatter scatters everywhere,my brains explode,
I'm loaded,locked in casket town,
on the top floor going down. but then
I smell fresh aubergine and realise
a dream is underway, I know
sunrise never lies to me,not surprisingly
the voices of the dead reinvent themselves,
become the racket on the radio
that lays beside my bed,
unlocked
unloaded
unexploded
I am still
the bomb.
Jun 10, 2014
Jun 10, 2014 at 1:19 AM UTC
Page 31.
Voices from the dead
reverberate to
hang off walls within my head and
I am being led down darkened streets,
the chatter scatters everywhere,my brains explode,
I'm loaded,locked in casket town,
on the top floor going down. but then
I smell fresh aubergine and realise
a dream is underway, I know
sunrise never lies to me,not surprisingly
the voices of the dead reinvent themselves,
become the racket on the radio
that lays beside my bed,
unlocked
unloaded
unexploded
I am still
the bomb.
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