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Dec 2012
Here we go
Here we don't

Admit defeat
In surrendering

Arms are useless
No reason in doing right things

Pointless fighting
Lashed out of friends and enemies

Have you seen me running?

No trust and
Not trustworthy

At second glance
Explicit content
Becomes Imaginary

Quickly lost my sweater
Lost my shirt

Summer rolls around
Sadly I can't help this.

We won't speak again
I'll make sure of it.

A stronger drink
In a bigger glass

I can't stand that
It's all going to break.

Needle still spins on
Without echo
Without tone
Without devotion

Laid side by side
Too intimidating

Dead branches of a tree
We still insist on using

Classical vibrations
Muted with a finger persuading

Soon we will be shipbuilding
In arid climate
Is it worth it?

Telegram obsessive
Rumor possessive

Thinking of excuses
For a second time.

Thinking of triplets
For snaking bass line.

Vagabond breath
I'm always losing.

Rip tide took me out
Walls of sand

Struggled then saved by a stranger
but
I thought you were my father.

Back to hotel rooms
Or Empty rooms
As if nothing ever happened.

I can see a stone
They put you under.

Eased our minds
That we could temporarily forget
Then find you again.

We made each other god
In worlds less than holy.
Christopher Blanck
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