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Mar 2015
It’s either very late or very early,
But still as the still  moon rises I see my loneliness clearly.

Glitter and gall aren't all that they seem,
Cords are cut in love’s bright gleam.

So drink, drink, drink again,
There’s still another shot to be had,
Another love to be buried here my friend.

So breathe in, breathe some more,
Breathe in the toxin you love,
Breathe me in, oh how I do adore.

Glitter and gall, to roll the ball,
On the night it fell, I swore I had seen it all.

The neon light is her radiant drug,
A touch given lightly yet so hard to shrug.

Storm clouds gather, so drink and drink some more,
An explosion is coming so close all my doors.

Keep me safe from the ones I love,
Keep me hidden and white as a dove.

Glitter and gall,
Just dance with me into this white noise,
Flicker and fall,
In the final hour can we lose this fragile poise?
what is going on?
Richard K
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Richard K  California
(California)   
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   ---, Dolores L Day, Grey, Jeremy Duff and Puff
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