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a few constructed thoughts feed on dead and living things,
face down in the dirt on a beach you lie
ordering your mind to obey,
reckless you thought confined youll stay,
beneath the rubble you reside
not in those dreams of space,
i see the hidden image you painted
with your mistakes,
even noticed how you put them on a canvas made
of your own pain, but you lied it down with your finger remember,
no brush would do, all the colors of your blood
so so true
face down in the dirt on a beach you lie
ordering your mind to obey,
reckless you thought confined youll stay,
beneath the rubble you reside
not in those dreams of space,
i see the hidden image you painted
with your mistakes,
even noticed how you put them on a canvas made
of your own pain, but you lied it down with your finger remember,
no brush would do, all the colors of your blood
so so true
Published 14th Dec 2012
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