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Don't think just do
Shovel the meat of moments into the gape of the hours
don't let them lie forsaken
those holes are the doors nightmares saunter through
to fits and starts
who knows?
Maybe those cold sweats are prophecies of despair
but predictions are all the more alluring
when only squints can wipe away the earthly punctuation
don't let them lie forsaken
those holes are the doors nightmares saunter through
to fits and starts
who knows?
Maybe those cold sweats are prophecies of despair
but predictions are all the more alluring
when only squints can wipe away the earthly punctuation
Published 5th Nov 2013
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5th Nov 2013 8:32pm
6th Nov 2013 1:38am
6th Nov 2013 1:40am
excellent. I would take out the "who knows?" but that is merely a preference. still works beautifully.
6th Nov 2013 1:51am
6th Nov 2013 2:19am
