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Jul 2017
GET A ROOM!

Room to say, or conversation space
Filled with empty lies and careless whispers
Sax plays on with hairless jail-birds
Room to finish speaking, share this awkward tension with me.

Room to balk at fake suspense, then?
Room to crave an honest conversation
Room to leave, no hesitation?
Room to bleed upon this counter top
My head is spinning, make it stop.

Take me to my room, my bed, and aloe vera.
Got seven similar burns, let's say a brand
Shot eleven pillars of sand out from my hands.
The cops are calling, want to hear my demands
I just want space, some time, some room.
Room
Kim Elco
Written by
Kim Elco  21/F/Lost
(21/F/Lost)   
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