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They rattle through the roughage
stumble all around
a haunting of this village
as if only a one horse town
off they go
to the masses,
the listeners,
the receptors, more than blasted
black, no white, no blue
blank, with thoughts of two
but that's not what I really meant
but sent, they were
now, here in the bottle,
I look out,
not a sound
no life,
just a blur
stumble all around
a haunting of this village
as if only a one horse town
off they go
to the masses,
the listeners,
the receptors, more than blasted
black, no white, no blue
blank, with thoughts of two
but that's not what I really meant
but sent, they were
now, here in the bottle,
I look out,
not a sound
no life,
just a blur
Published 1st Jul 2019
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1st Jul 2019 7:54pm
2nd Jul 2019 4:09pm
1st Jul 2019 8:28pm
this is a sad one dearest Tim
I can relate to this...
great write...
love Brenda 💕
I can relate to this...
great write...
love Brenda 💕
2nd Jul 2019 4:09pm
Anonymous
1st Jul 2019 8:55pm
The world is distorted when viewed through the bottle. Hopefully clearer sight will be afforded when seen through unimpeded eyes. Hugs if you need them...
2nd Jul 2019 4:10pm
Anonymous
1st Jul 2019 10:58pm
I`m here, luv ❤
and I can relate
2nd Jul 2019 4:10pm
