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Jan 2014
It seems I've found my calling
Maybe unsound and appalling
But it's got you down and crawling
Like that gown you're falling

I love catching little flies
Hatching from their little lies
Flying straight to the spiders web
Love and hate spinning the threads

I love the moves of the pieces
A game, it soothes and releases
I love clawing to the top
Gnawing till you drop

I love a little work for the mind
And you're not above a little work for my time
I love the little words that mean so much
Floating like little birds till you crave the touch

I love to dance to the piano slow
A lovely trance within your soul
Soften your stance with every note
Just a chance I'll take you home

I love a trembling whisper
But don't detest a shout
Above what's within her
She's dying to get out

I'll set fire to this town
Get me to higher ground
Bet a liar you're going down
Forget to aspire and you'll surely drown

This is where I belong
Hands in your hair, soft as a song
Eyes everywhere so don't stay long
But remember, All is fair when you play god
Matthew Nichols
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Matthew Nichols  Ozark, Arkansas
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