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Fingertips bled four days Vocal chords raw, tattered and ripped Record collects dust, simply unplayed Skin rolls through a lathe reveals a new true color pinkish, and a little bit softer Feet broke, and terribly hurting ankle spurs shard Can't walk, can't talk or play my cards play my cards again Head numbed, complacently dumbed for a second, spun out of control, had to run far far away to an awful forgotten place Spoke once, never again Truer words don't come to the meek for they do not speak unless forced A struggle to shrug no one gives them a hug 'Til all is well heated from beneath broth boiling in unison formed once its poison Next side is bubbling stirred beyond its coined phrased unison its poison If depth makes for those willing try sitting try stirring envy those and transparent osmosis emit shades out of possible control
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Feb 21, 2011
Feb 21, 2011 at 6:52 PM UTC
Play my Cards
Fingertips bled four days Vocal chords raw, tattered and ripped Record collects dust, simply unplayed Skin rolls through a lathe reveals a new true color pinkish, and a little bit softer Feet broke, and terribly hurting ankle spurs shard Can't walk, can't talk or play my cards play my cards again Head numbed, complacently dumbed for a second, spun out of control, had to run far far away to an awful forgotten place Spoke once, never again Truer words don't come to the meek for they do not speak unless forced A struggle to shrug no one gives them a hug 'Til all is well heated from beneath broth boiling in unison formed once its poison Next side is bubbling stirred beyond its coined phrased unison its poison If depth makes for those willing try sitting try stirring envy those and transparent osmosis emit shades out of possible control
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j-colin
American
Feb 21, 2011
Feb 21, 2011 at 6:52 PM UTC
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