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Mar 2015
Inside a nightclub, in the middle of town,
You brought me down as we drowned
Our sorrows away, until the breaking of day;
Surely you knew the intentions I refused to state;
But you told me nothing at all,
Oh you told me nothing at all.

Do you remember what you said
All those ****** months ago?


Your shoulders shrug, I foresaw oncoming frowns;
You took your crown and threw it down,
And you could not wait anymore to emancipate
Yourself from me; oh how I wish in my head you stayed,
But you left me with no hope at all,
Oh you left me with no hope at all.

Now all I can picture is your ****** face,
And how it's made me dig my grave,
Because you couldn't wait to emancipate,
And I'm still stuck in this stagnant state, I'm still stuck in this stagnant state, I'm still a state.

Do you remember what you said
All those ****** months ago?
This was a piece I wrote whilst I was supposed to be working. It's heavily influence by the Smiths song 'Pretty Girls Make Graves' -- hence it reads more like lyrics than a poem. Morrissey or death.
Mouthpiece
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Mouthpiece  26/M/Liverpool, UK
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