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Aug 2012
My head is twirling in its rampageous state,
Trampling all the thoughts I want to hold to,
Making the burn of lonely feeling rise,
Forcing the droplets to seep from my brown eyes,
That salty sting remains on the lash,
As a reminder of the truth,
There’s no escape,
From the hunting and haunting, like a ****,
Crushing the grape, the seed so pure,
And making the rampage run forever,
Like the gravy rolling on a plate.
written in 2010
Simon Clark
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Simon Clark
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