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Can't be direct

Left pitchers scream dancing hearts
Leaving the room could mean you’ve had change of interior heart
All in rounder, runs the rum you’d drink each night
To pull yourself together, to pullover the blurry canary sights

Kick a can of intellection in your mind
You’re never to sure of what you will find
Yet if you keep an open mind, you’ll never be close,
Add a ‘d’ and a’door will be closed

You once adored and now your sport of good, is how it goes
Is plausible slow      Is plausible slow
Close off all directions
And lose all, lose all…
But what’s to know,
What’s to know

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  • Rhythm Child
    November 27, 2008

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    once again just pure O.R.I.G.I.N.A.L.I.T.Y
    loved it, they have such a hectic effect when i read them