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Jan 2016
In a green room we struggle to sleep and breathe
She reflects liquid pride
We feel closer to weeping
Tight lines and clean silk mark our demise
And there's a tainted hell waiting beneath all men
In a journey of guilt that we're left holding
Eyes like coffins
Muscles crush underwater power lines
What a waste to be left at midnight in this bed
Agony unnoticed
Rhet Toombs
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Rhet Toombs
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