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Yes
Yes
There will be change
Nothing you can do about it
Best it will be
If you start swimming
Or else
You shall drown soon in apathy
I wonder if it matters...
The way words look on a page
For they describe nature as poemesque
Like the spider I waited
In the lonely Crack
For Isolation
Paranoia
Creeping up my thighs
Right into this ******, thumping heart

All of my baser senses
Numbed into action
The eyes wake with an unusual start

The hours pass by
Cotton rags on the navy sky
And little by little I drown into fear
Make music
With my hands and feet
Strum my senses
Like a lovelorn guitar

I guarantee
The melody will be
Unforgettable
There ma
There goes my mind
I left it waiting
For my future child

Now I'll take a sip
Of present's wine
And take a nap
Until the end of my time

Yes ma
I know ma
I didn't make it
I didn't make it
Captive
Behind the darkness
Of your bright smile
Behind
Your back
I cry
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