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I Here I am, drinking in my local bar. There's a sadness in the air, Relaxed, Aged with the whiskey. Cheaper. Guy Fawkes night fireworks are some forgotten war, Flash bangs, We're all in the trenches Fighting What exists in the smudged Moonlight And ages with the whiskey. II I've quit my job - I hate these walls I hate the brick dust that sits Like an ash cloud. Keep spinning Catherine wheels, rocket cases Fall from grace and tell me Did I love these friends? Let me hold you My Shallow imprints in the mud. III Am I just hungover from Halloween? It's macabre. Melodrama full of the rich scent of rotting Dead leaves, And what the dead leave Costumes, an ecstasy of wanting to be watched touching myself. IV I hope they know I love them.
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Nov 3, 2014
Nov 3, 2014 at 8:25 AM UTC
Changes in autumn
I Here I am, drinking in my local bar. There's a sadness in the air, Relaxed, Aged with the whiskey. Cheaper. Guy Fawkes night fireworks are some forgotten war, Flash bangs, We're all in the trenches Fighting What exists in the smudged Moonlight And ages with the whiskey. II I've quit my job - I hate these walls I hate the brick dust that sits Like an ash cloud. Keep spinning Catherine wheels, rocket cases Fall from grace and tell me Did I love these friends? Let me hold you My Shallow imprints in the mud. III Am I just hungover from Halloween? It's macabre. Melodrama full of the rich scent of rotting Dead leaves, And what the dead leave Costumes, an ecstasy of wanting to be watched touching myself. IV I hope they know I love them.
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joe-bradley
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Nov 3, 2014
Nov 3, 2014 at 8:25 AM UTC
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