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~The Bridge~
I saw the bridge fall down
there was man on it
a beautiful sinner, ya
He crashed to his death
a rich man on his back
if only I knew him
so I could get his cash
Far from me
She falls endlessly
trailing back behind me
running the staircase 'round
Inside my own head
am I really dead
or have I just not woken up?
there was man on it
a beautiful sinner, ya
He crashed to his death
a rich man on his back
if only I knew him
so I could get his cash
Far from me
She falls endlessly
trailing back behind me
running the staircase 'round
Inside my own head
am I really dead
or have I just not woken up?
Published 12th Aug 2011
| Edited 28th Sep 2011
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12th Aug 2011 12:35pm
you lost me at the last two verses... but i would wait for your elaboration, if you were giving one :)
13th Aug 2011 8:39am
Well, this poem came out of a dream, and a frusteration about dreams, a bit cheesy, but it's about using pot to get thru things
