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The Future is Our Band Aid
Our memories
are scafholding,
made from the bones of the past.
It's skin freshly picked.
Pecked by vultures
Swooping in from the kill.
The present is our band aid
The sands of time dissolve to fast
The future is my radar,
The answer in the past.
We all need a quiet word with are dreams ...
... But we can never wake up again!
are scafholding,
made from the bones of the past.
It's skin freshly picked.
Pecked by vultures
Swooping in from the kill.
The present is our band aid
The sands of time dissolve to fast
The future is my radar,
The answer in the past.
We all need a quiet word with are dreams ...
... But we can never wake up again!
Published 9th May 2020
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