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Jul 2015
all these phone calls are pulsing in my head
i see halos every time I blink
a memory of you, so painful it brings me to my knees
they ask for so many things I don't know
my mouth is dry, coughing up 'I don't know, I don't know'
all the stories I want to hear and I can't find the books
limited edition is a life not cloned
mint conditioned is a life not lived
out of commission is a life not told
but im counting up all these pieces, shiny and tarnished to piece together stories
mysteries, i hope lead to my sanity
but all these stories are fantasies written from insanity

that doesn't feel right either,
let's try this lens on for a change
endless lines to wrap my mind to try and find a peace of mind

I close my eyes when I'm driving until I hear you screaming
You're eternally dreaming and you borrowed my serenity
Nightmares that terrify me, but I hope you're resting peacefully
I've been scratching at a dictionary looking for the words to manifest my grieving
but my feelings are bleeding and fleeing
you'd shake your head if you could only see me
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Linguistic Play
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   Steven McNevets
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