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Quagmire
Another assembly
An addled admission
Always the same strange report on
Oh..
Right
This foreign concept of the past
Bottom trawling through a delicate mind
Its hard to feel
Locked in this little windowless box
But strangely
I’m in the search of less room
I just may have had enough
Of your forbidding
Unforgiving gloom
And the obedient feed from
My forever heavy hand
I choose you
My sweet burden
That’s just who I am
An addled admission
Always the same strange report on
Oh..
Right
This foreign concept of the past
Bottom trawling through a delicate mind
Its hard to feel
Locked in this little windowless box
But strangely
I’m in the search of less room
I just may have had enough
Of your forbidding
Unforgiving gloom
And the obedient feed from
My forever heavy hand
I choose you
My sweet burden
That’s just who I am
Published 2nd Nov 2011
| Edited 4th Nov 2011
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