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Apr 2017
When it finds me
you'll find me
up there
on the roof.

Truth is,
I don't like the truth
it hurts too much.

Nothing good ever comes in
the daylight when the sun's
refusing to shine,

me and mine
mine and me
let kingdom come
and I'll still be
on the roof
that's the truth.

Truth is
It catches
scratches deep within
makes the scars
marks the skin
and
when devils dance
I get roped in
making more scars
marking more skin,

when it finds me which
it surely will
I'll be on the roof
until
I'm not.
John Edward Smallshaw
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