they ripped this paper
what-in-the-fuck
was she at that gas station for?
on the plaine of the deserted
building sheds
they were building a base of deployment
echoed up above
light laughs fell from the rafters
had she been real or an illusion in my head?
the attic looms empty except some cob webs
I ripped this paper...
they were building a base camp to die
I still fight just now I fight with out you
they'll walk away when you say hello
what-in-the-fuck
am I at this gas station for?
Comments
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Well done.
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I liked it... confusing in a nice rhythmic way. Well written Jamie-boy =]
-Kells
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