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The Voice of Reason
She was the trip beside the pill bottle.
Slow coursing mirrors of prophetic snow.
Light metal on the sidewalk of antiquity,
and the day-light hymn of obligation,
would I ever find the right excuse?
She was the trip beneath the counter
Slow coursing amphetamine treatment.
“People” all through the half of day in this bus station sky,
and they may have been fixtures of the surroundings
but I remember the words she didn't say.
Slow coursing mirrors of prophetic snow.
Light metal on the sidewalk of antiquity,
and the day-light hymn of obligation,
would I ever find the right excuse?
She was the trip beneath the counter
Slow coursing amphetamine treatment.
“People” all through the half of day in this bus station sky,
and they may have been fixtures of the surroundings
but I remember the words she didn't say.
Published 14th Jan 2015
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