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rid of you
I still bite my nails
in the weekly news
you rustle
the newspapers’ spiralling speed
those eyes, insatiable, fixed
to accuse
unimpressed
while watching exalted souls bleed
moan over indentions
with so little air
thrown open
disparaged
and sentenced by greed
a mere extension
you - puppets
I dare
to share
my headache evolving to need.
in the weekly news
you rustle
the newspapers’ spiralling speed
those eyes, insatiable, fixed
to accuse
unimpressed
while watching exalted souls bleed
moan over indentions
with so little air
thrown open
disparaged
and sentenced by greed
a mere extension
you - puppets
I dare
to share
my headache evolving to need.
Published 17th Nov 2012
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17th Nov 2012 10:12pm
