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my fingers: in A minor

as i lose sleep over  memories,
 i wish
0nce again.

my heart will hop with what is hip to the masses.
Hope i can rap up this lyric,so my soul doesnt feel a classic blue progression,thats as heavy as any metal i recall feeling.

 im denying i miss a routine ,just add hamburger-box-dinners
dirty dishes,and weekly trash-run forgets,so that i dont feel like im naked in the rabbit hole,or waiting to get pulled out of the bottom of this top hat,humiliated,at the begining of my deepest regrets.

my fingers run over these keys like its going to unlock secrets,
a bridge is needed.

 by combining my  expressed feelings
into a pattern,
i lock away the true meaning of losin my self in these notes,
My fingers have been busy with a more hand to throat pleasure.





 
Written by puppycrotch
Published | Edited 11th Apr 2013
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