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Mar 2014
Look--
You took a book,
Filled the pages with your wages
Of sixteen silver sages--
What does it mean to me?
Fire prints, laundry lints,
The phone call that made me fall.
Walk down that hall where I feel so small.
That tricksy pixie lightened, tightened
The reigns in the rain I fell through a drain
Wish I could go insane.
Our feet in the mud, I watched
Throne of Blood,
The Fallen City of Ludd
Come back to me
Come Back To Me.
I'm a hack a washed up sack
On a beach I feel that leech
Begin to teach me the meaning
Of screaming
Out my emotional, devotional
Love for you.
Please be happy,
My thoughts are sappy.
I lap the sap, feel like crap,
Mazed in a trap,
There's no going back.
Forward.....
Motion.
My devotion like the ocean ends at the shore
I am a *****.
Difficult rhymes for difficult times
Leaning on a crutch
"The human mind can only stand so much"
I would
Do anything I could
To make it good
For us to be--like the sea--
Crashing
Together
Forever
Whenever
You wanted.
3/15/2014
Patrick Wigington
Written by
Patrick Wigington  Raleigh
(Raleigh)   
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