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Jan 2014
There are some days I stand in the sunlight, bathing and basking in The light,
There are some days I remember the songs which played in my childhood,
There are some nights I read all that I have ever wrote.
And then I write again.
I bleed out my soul,
Convert our essence into words.
When I finish, I stand up and say,
**** it all and set our love on fire.
With the burning paper, I feel my heart burn as well.
I stare into the darkness, waiting for it to swallow me whole.
And you have every right to be scared
Cause some nights when I kiss you it's all lust,
When I touch you there is no love.
I ask you to lock me up,
Chain me down,
Darling if you love me, why do you let me hurt you so?
Oh my god have I made you blind?
Can you not see your tears?
Oh my god have I made you deaf
Can you not hear the fanfare as I cut my wrists?
Trumpets blowing as I bleed.
There are some nights we dance,
A dance of pain.
Oh my god save me,
Save us,
Save her? From me at least?
I dare not look inward for the solution.
Oh my God help me?
Atlas Rover
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Atlas Rover
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   Anjali Mishra
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