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Upon this rainy day I stand on a boggy bed Alone, untouched, unscathed All to clear my head For if I return I am hurt And if I run I am without This day of wet and murk Is the best without a doubt My thoughts are washed away Onto this muddy plinth I want to run and play But I'm cursed, stuck and skint And now I must return And recall the deep, dark blue I cannot help but burn For I cannot escape from you
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May 14, 2015
May 14, 2015 at 7:09 AM UTC
Escaping from your burning hate
Upon this rainy day I stand on a boggy bed Alone, untouched, unscathed All to clear my head For if I return I am hurt And if I run I am without This day of wet and murk Is the best without a doubt My thoughts are washed away Onto this muddy plinth I want to run and play But I'm cursed, stuck and skint And now I must return And recall the deep, dark blue I cannot help but burn For I cannot escape from you
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May 14, 2015
May 14, 2015 at 7:09 AM UTC
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