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change beautiful child in a bubble, so touched by life won’t you please come home? a heartbeat  holy in the method of conformity, of broken rules                   raindrops pelt their cleansing transfusions onto your hide how you survived the barrage of all your terms in there                   the spitting on you and kicking your liver they gave you everything not intended for your path, penalty unsought                   but you were so terribly bent on making change you wanted to run free                   no reins on your breathing and untethered to ropes you wrought freedom for the couch sitters from the toil of your blood                   forgiveness never late justice runs blind into the night and a bus catches flame                   a knock at the door, two uniformed soldiers with a flag you're at the wrong house, my friend                   please go away bail a signpost showed direction and you cantered off, away from there the only friends you made were the shadows on the bridge at midnight when your *** got bailed out by even more hopeless sods you have quite a story to tell, when you get to land again (if you do) on the goodness of soil a wooden chair on a stage, lit by candles on the edge                    you will speak your words the ones you never could                    it’s been so hard when they always flitted out of grip yet you are the one who will bring it round hunger the knight knows well to aid the sufferer                    but in the dark woods one never knows hunger comes in all forms and deeds are cloaked by trees                     moving truth into obscurity a matchbook sends intermittent sparks of redemption to level the fields I struggle to see how this is kept together bring me closer child of the rains, step out that puddle there’s warmth in a heart your senses have yet to fully appreciate please come home
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Mar 7, 2014
Mar 7, 2014 at 1:57 AM UTC
Child of the rains
change beautiful child in a bubble, so touched by life won’t you please come home? a heartbeat  holy in the method of conformity, of broken rules                   raindrops pelt their cleansing transfusions onto your hide how you survived the barrage of all your terms in there                   the spitting on you and kicking your liver they gave you everything not intended for your path, penalty unsought                   but you were so terribly bent on making change you wanted to run free                   no reins on your breathing and untethered to ropes you wrought freedom for the couch sitters from the toil of your blood                   forgiveness never late justice runs blind into the night and a bus catches flame                   a knock at the door, two uniformed soldiers with a flag you're at the wrong house, my friend                   please go away bail a signpost showed direction and you cantered off, away from there the only friends you made were the shadows on the bridge at midnight when your *** got bailed out by even more hopeless sods you have quite a story to tell, when you get to land again (if you do) on the goodness of soil a wooden chair on a stage, lit by candles on the edge                    you will speak your words the ones you never could                    it’s been so hard when they always flitted out of grip yet you are the one who will bring it round hunger the knight knows well to aid the sufferer                    but in the dark woods one never knows hunger comes in all forms and deeds are cloaked by trees                     moving truth into obscurity a matchbook sends intermittent sparks of redemption to level the fields I struggle to see how this is kept together bring me closer child of the rains, step out that puddle there’s warmth in a heart your senses have yet to fully appreciate please come home
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Mar 7, 2014
Mar 7, 2014 at 1:57 AM UTC
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