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Aug 2012
I want to try this
Explain something unspoken

Cymbal crash – and it’s over
Lover my dear, no more
Save the devil from speaking out
The *** is boiling over;
The competition between the martyrs
Who can die first?
Who will live last?

At last, I figured this out
Or did I?
Did I die for the sake of the conversation?
When you took me in,
                                     did I have a chance?
I fell into it,
                   I should have turned away.

You didn’t look away when you smiled
                for a split second
I saw the sun through the grey sky above

Tan skin: from your summer spent
Experiencing the ecstasy of your melody
What’s your name?
Today’s date
Or the time of day
What is your price to pay?

Wake and then bake
To the sounds of the earth
The clouds on my shirt
Reveal the places I’ve been
The haze in my eyes
The faces I have seen

Not scared anymore;
Living for
Andrew McElroy
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Andrew McElroy  30/M/Florida
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