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Anger swelled up Like a huge bruise All black and blue. Fear ran the length of my arms Pulsing, pulsing. Swimming in desperate despair Or more like drowning. Rain falling, Cool clear blue Droplets dropping in the midday sun Hot with an air of cool in it. Nighttime fell on our small home In Winchester. Rain splattered the windows Like Jackson ******* Sleep was unobtainable The couch uncomfortable Another year in this place could **** me. With the syringes and scapegoats The dry spells and witchcraft. Someone here wants me dead. Another year in this place will **** me. Your best friend moved to town last week We met at the local bar And drank a few shots And rummaged through your stuff Laughing and laughing Until you got home Another year and I’ll be dead. What’s this place you call home.
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Sep 18, 2012
Sep 18, 2012 at 4:39 PM UTC
Home again
Anger swelled up Like a huge bruise All black and blue. Fear ran the length of my arms Pulsing, pulsing. Swimming in desperate despair Or more like drowning. Rain falling, Cool clear blue Droplets dropping in the midday sun Hot with an air of cool in it. Nighttime fell on our small home In Winchester. Rain splattered the windows Like Jackson ******* Sleep was unobtainable The couch uncomfortable Another year in this place could **** me. With the syringes and scapegoats The dry spells and witchcraft. Someone here wants me dead. Another year in this place will **** me. Your best friend moved to town last week We met at the local bar And drank a few shots And rummaged through your stuff Laughing and laughing Until you got home Another year and I’ll be dead. What’s this place you call home.
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connor-thomas
Sep 18, 2012
Sep 18, 2012 at 4:39 PM UTC
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