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Jan 2022
I see cold faces in a line
Looking on in horror at their broken legs
I see pain and ask them to be ok
Looking back it's too hard to stay
But I see them tell me it's too much to say
The sound of exchange reminds us all
Keep Forward
There's a sunrise every now and then and after all
It's all just business.

I never knew crows could salivate like that
Like the creeping ambience of a David Lynch movie
The grinding cogs, the dripping stench
The reverberation of forgetting you're alive
The last feeling you've ever had that you couldn't savour because you never knew
I see the memory of that fleeting moment pass by the windows
And I wonder how it got so bad
sorry, depressing, depression
Written by
Logan Turner
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