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Jul 2014
Oh how the mind ripped
Apart.  
My nature, my train of thought
Spun it's tracks.  
My broken fences
How I say forget it
I can quit carrying about the
Stupid beers
The *****
And the assistant doctor I was.  
Go home she'll stay
And you'll go home
Come in
She's gona make it
And maybe we can all ruin
The small edges
We can rip apart easier then cards.  
The wax
My muse
My disturbance
My week to say some will die at thirty
Your only a baby
At  23 leaving
A home with out children
I froze into a sumit
To win and regretted
The pain half way between
The sin of quitting
Ahead of much needed work.  
My mind raced
Like the stars
Which shattered a
Busted lite bulb
On black canvas.
And I said isn't midnight a *****
When your at the bar
Getting to drunk
For your own good.  
When your getting
A empty wallet
Tossed at you like
A varsity  pitch
Tomorrow some nice guy
Returns your keys and wallet
Saying
What the hell happened to you.
Michael Parish
Written by
Michael Parish  Tacoma, washington
(Tacoma, washington)   
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