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Dec 2011
In a blinded alley
In a tornado’s eye
Otherwise known as
Eternal blindness
So they build you up
Build you up, good
A near-perfect potion
A headstrong, rooted wood
Enter their domain
On a stretcher of wills-
Questionable, collective thrills
Throw pennies in their fountain
Till piggy bank’s in debt
Still there seems one thought
They haven’t collected yet
So they build you up
Outnumbered, how dare you try
To stay tough
Enmeshed in accidents your head
Is not aware of
Still your heart pangs with guilt
From an unknown source
Future hospital bills
Or maybe it’s their stares, glares
And cheap hellos
Their confession of only keeping you around
To see you crawl on all elbows
An all the twilight abductions
Poke, **** and nod your head
Cause it’s all really happening
But you’ve no way in hell to prove it
Didn’t know telepathy could be so
Unsterile, so unclean
As seed is stolen from your bloated belly
Your drowning genes
Your mutilated mind
Your soon extinct scene
They didn’t know you already
Held back the moon in a dream
What excruciating payback
For an unremembered accident
Brought on by your words of now
Echoing your thoughts of then
Plaguing me
Cursing me for the later
Lucy Tonic
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Lucy Tonic
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