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In The End
Dancing babes digging deep.
Falling short of the heap.
Lick away the bitter fruits.
Look below and pull the roots.
Putrid smells of frost burnt roses linger still.
Tiny bites don't seem to heal.
Ugly soaked memories curse me.
Summers die as the past fades into the sea.
Waste deep in molten chocolate gasoline.
Fires spread into the unseen.
Bits of the atmosphere crumbles away.
Winters dream melts into day.
Depressed thoughts keep you locked tight.
Break the chains and put up a fight.
The mold will break in the end.
Stop the hate and befriend.
April 14, 2011
Falling short of the heap.
Lick away the bitter fruits.
Look below and pull the roots.
Putrid smells of frost burnt roses linger still.
Tiny bites don't seem to heal.
Ugly soaked memories curse me.
Summers die as the past fades into the sea.
Waste deep in molten chocolate gasoline.
Fires spread into the unseen.
Bits of the atmosphere crumbles away.
Winters dream melts into day.
Depressed thoughts keep you locked tight.
Break the chains and put up a fight.
The mold will break in the end.
Stop the hate and befriend.
April 14, 2011
Published 9th Sep 2011
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