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Aug 2015
Sometimes i feel ashamed
just to be around when i get
              Doubled Over

Other times I don't seem to mind
all the faces show no signs
             Of implication

im locked between the wall and gate
I can't see much further then
                 The clearing

This time I've tried the dream
it was grey and only pulled
                  Me further

Won't you wonder where we've been
when it all comes
                 Crumbling down

Never mind, we won't see that
we are blinded by our selfish
                 Avid quest

We see it falling through the cracks
we see it bouncing off their backs
thats how its done

We hear the echo through the walls
We hear the babies down the hall
thats how we know

They feel it crawling down their throats
they feel it burning in their guts
thats how we won
Matthew Walsh
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Matthew Walsh  United States
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