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Expectations
Expectations.
Another day,
Another night to sink into bed.
To sink into loneliness.
One more time,
One more edge.
A drift, drift, drift away.
Sinking in this bed.
One more day,
One more sorrow.
One more time to contemplate death.
Expectations cry my name.
But death, death, death, death is my only game.
Another day,
Another night to sink into bed.
To sink into loneliness.
One more time,
One more edge.
A drift, drift, drift away.
Sinking in this bed.
One more day,
One more sorrow.
One more time to contemplate death.
Expectations cry my name.
But death, death, death, death is my only game.
Published 26th Jan 2013
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- Edited 14th Oct 2019 3:45am
12th Mar 2013 1:45am
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