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waking up
Speak decent!
Speech is free
but the quiet are
waking up.
Drank from the water
and it hurts in my
blood;
it boils to the point
of no return
at all.
If it could only be
something simple to
work in
and
jam down, but -
it's just not.
Oh well.
Its my own fault
it's burning
now, so
I won't start.
My bridge to mend
and try to live with -
you know that I never could
quite
walk myself out.
Speech is free
but the quiet are
waking up.
Drank from the water
and it hurts in my
blood;
it boils to the point
of no return
at all.
If it could only be
something simple to
work in
and
jam down, but -
it's just not.
Oh well.
Its my own fault
it's burning
now, so
I won't start.
My bridge to mend
and try to live with -
you know that I never could
quite
walk myself out.
Published 8th Nov 2022
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