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We the hidden, now exposed I cannot find my home. My dance is despair, All is salt-sweet, where is she Who calls the us, the we? Why do I fly And where do I go? The here is a tangle of Too much bright delight I fall, I fly, it is un-right Lost, alone, I spin Imploding from within I have what we need But the others are not here Wet comes In bitter spurts And I know fear I am afraid. I had no need to know of this Going, I, alone Wings rip each drip Oh, I go We the hidden, now exposed I cannot find my home.
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Jun 23, 2014
Jun 23, 2014 at 6:31 AM UTC
AmandaIS
Dying Hive
We the hidden, now exposed I cannot find my home. My dance is despair, All is salt-sweet, where is she Who calls the us, the we? Why do I fly And where do I go? The here is a tangle of Too much bright delight I fall, I fly, it is un-right Lost, alone, I spin Imploding from within I have what we need But the others are not here Wet comes In bitter spurts And I know fear I am afraid. I had no need to know of this Going, I, alone Wings rip each drip Oh, I go We the hidden, now exposed I cannot find my home.
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