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Jul 2014
the wrong combinations
lead diamonds and wooden bones,
conveys a mild frustration
though I was fond of its fibrous tones,
a statute of loves relaxation
I can hear your muffled conversation,
they flow through my garden and open door
with the sound of a bottles clank to an empty emaciation,

the wrong combinations
over the coals you drag my apology,
my sorry gets a stretching as i'm tied to the rack
forgiveness comes an impelled crucifixion,
foibles come as your stilettos trample my back
and I'm in the throes of withdrawal,
while you pierce your finger nails through my night
your muffled conversations, I hear them all,
lowercasemmmmmm
Written by
lowercasemmmmmm  england
(england)   
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   Joseph Schneider
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