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Oct 2017
Tears so cold felt like snow
Just happy they aren't mine
Selective advantage
Can I steal your life to stay young?
Want to ruin yer lipstick, not yer mascara
Lips downturn & eyes asking why
Say something, say something
Thoughts run through my mind like an hour glass
Brooding clouds bring premature darkness
No sunset today
On yer knees difficult to face your fears
Follow your fears, you know where they are then
A promise of a playground in the rain

The mammals that became Gods
Written by
Jeff Teasdale
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