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May 5
You said,
I think too much,

I think,
You don't think enough,

Your narrative threads,
keep you strung up,
A cage staged to wind up,

We sing and we scream,
Because the words seem unknown,
A tone struck in anger,
Reaches its peak.

A way out found,
Learnt from all time,
A lucid unstoppable rhyme,
Angled true from heart and head,
A sublime point,
Anew,
Written by
Glenn Welch
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