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Cover Tape : Song One

"Stand your mark,

that 100 meter race

gold of the winning

was the only decent

achievement

in my life,

and my parents,

didn't see it.

they were

working...

I had no

medals

but

trembling

lips

upon

the

applause"

 

Echoes aren't heard if the violin

is played in key with the piano,

and the guitar can keep up with it.

 

Hands out of with naturally

starfish hands of the dishes

dried out and are cracking

 

Nights I only sleep well

if I'm not boiling

but freezing,

no shines exist in hell.

 

My loved ones are

either buried

or smoked

and faded

and how its so far....

 

A mouse trembles,

blinded with its eyes,

relies on action

and vibrations.

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47 / M / The Land Down Under
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