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May 2014
8
Blank page my *******
Sweet, sweet souls they become,
Once I've taken the pills I'm making.
Sickly, Sickly slashes their neutral tones become,
after a week of withdrawal.
I spent two timeless years trying to escape the failure;
A spotlight drawn pet's legs will drag to me,
One gasp in my direction,
I'm back on the chain in their yard.
Commit myself to the hidden dreams group
And break the last yarn I've left out,
for some love's curious hands.
Some spin must exist to replace it.
Some transference of cold energy placed in my widening gap.
Maybe it'll come with time,
Maybe it won’t exist.
Save an obsessive grip on the pits of my mind.
Don't tell me you love me so much
when it's all just dust;
when I've got the nuts to crush it.
Please let me explain I don't mean what I say
I'm just in a fever dream and can't stop;
Don’t leave me I won't stay.
Peace is just a chemical
Don’t tell me to sway with the sun
like someone's earthen rope come undone.
Cause Pressure's building
the cold unseen majority is turning it's ancient head.
My life would be emptier again without your hallway light on
The warm glow when I unleash a freezing wind and you bear it like fire
Nathan Burgess
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