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Love is everyones gossip to be heard in alleyways and bars A notion of macabre jealousy erupts over my own life Stillness digs the dirt from under my feet For I hear the voids instead The solitude of decisions yet to be made The shapes and instruments to carve out rain Are mine alone to keep It seems I hear voids instead To be loved is to be forgiven Forgiveness granted in quiet woods and between brothers and sisters Familial graves which light the way I hear the voids Still Let the painbirds deliver their chirps Let the craven feelings own my body Let the voids drive their spikes into the chosen ones Not cupids arrows Not star-spangled promises Only voids Shouting down the stream of years Those which have been And those which will follow It seems I'm running out of the latter
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Apr 16, 2021
Apr 16, 2021 at 9:51 AM UTC
Shouting Down A Stream of Years
Love is everyones gossip to be heard in alleyways and bars A notion of macabre jealousy erupts over my own life Stillness digs the dirt from under my feet For I hear the voids instead The solitude of decisions yet to be made The shapes and instruments to carve out rain Are mine alone to keep It seems I hear voids instead To be loved is to be forgiven Forgiveness granted in quiet woods and between brothers and sisters Familial graves which light the way I hear the voids Still Let the painbirds deliver their chirps Let the craven feelings own my body Let the voids drive their spikes into the chosen ones Not cupids arrows Not star-spangled promises Only voids Shouting down the stream of years Those which have been And those which will follow It seems I'm running out of the latter
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MintPillow
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Apr 16, 2021
Apr 16, 2021 at 9:51 AM UTC
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