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Sheltered promises fitting male into female, and I hold out in this hotel room standing up for nothing. There is a time to pay the price and just get on the ride. The local folk, they don't smile much. So I hunt my alone time down, only to set it free when caught. Get a whiff of that! It smells like someone died in here, their spirit choking on crumbs of thought. Metal bars and a chainlink fence, chewed torn sleep when it comes. Some only sleep, maybe they are free until their lids separate. The toll being too high for me to cross beyond. Unsweetened, sweaty dreams chide and natter, becoming bitter yearnings off in the distance, only markings made by memories.
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Jul 15, 2012
Jul 15, 2012 at 6:09 AM UTC
MY DWELLING (in the past)
Sheltered promises fitting male into female, and I hold out in this hotel room standing up for nothing. There is a time to pay the price and just get on the ride. The local folk, they don't smile much. So I hunt my alone time down, only to set it free when caught. Get a whiff of that! It smells like someone died in here, their spirit choking on crumbs of thought. Metal bars and a chainlink fence, chewed torn sleep when it comes. Some only sleep, maybe they are free until their lids separate. The toll being too high for me to cross beyond. Unsweetened, sweaty dreams chide and natter, becoming bitter yearnings off in the distance, only markings made by memories.
irving-macpherson
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New Scotland
Jul 15, 2012
Jul 15, 2012 at 6:09 AM UTC
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