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We think we're hard done by Coasting in our sleeping bag boats, Binliners of lumps waiting for our names and for our coats. Oh Lithium Lovers Are we ****** - ? Are our bloodlines blue, black and blue and botched, blotchy on the page, cowed and crowing in the cage? We were birds, stunned birds, Singing to the guns, With picks behind our eyes And walls to catch the turds. We were history We were gassed We were mush inside the glass, We were carnival sweethearts, We were the horrors of the crowd ****** if we were quiet, Or a bit quiet, Or loud. Yellow pages, A pipe, not a pipe, Notes - What's your name, darl? And where's your coat?
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Jan 9, 2015
Jan 9, 2015 at 6:50 PM UTC
bedlam
We think we're hard done by Coasting in our sleeping bag boats, Binliners of lumps waiting for our names and for our coats. Oh Lithium Lovers Are we ****** - ? Are our bloodlines blue, black and blue and botched, blotchy on the page, cowed and crowing in the cage? We were birds, stunned birds, Singing to the guns, With picks behind our eyes And walls to catch the turds. We were history We were gassed We were mush inside the glass, We were carnival sweethearts, We were the horrors of the crowd ****** if we were quiet, Or a bit quiet, Or loud. Yellow pages, A pipe, not a pipe, Notes - What's your name, darl? And where's your coat?
not finished for everyone who's been through the mental health system, chin up loves, we've been through worse
#illness#mental#bipolar#bedlam
a-mareship
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a-mareship
English
Jan 9, 2015
Jan 9, 2015 at 6:50 PM UTC
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