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feel - as though the mind does melt but far from
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panic riding sensation paranoia reigns beating chest
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gutted, pure absence, in the chest,
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the lady in purple, with that foetus of hers,
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How many happy predictions have wasted into dust...? Certainly more than have braved the seasons.
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Piercing needles, slide eagerly through flesh; clamped
an ethereal quill pens searing meaning onto a living canvas.
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This is eyes closed at the Sistine Chapel,
In hospital, this is a no smoking sign -
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the sound separates
the drawn screaming sigh - a gasp of intimate-electric
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blowing smoke rings lazily and labouriously,
inebration of multiple forms,
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A bargaining with life, love and the devil. Turn your back on the morals that you held so true
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Lovingly molested by the haze of the room and your mind. Loving the chatter, the music and the varying degrees of 'fucked'.
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just in case just in chaos
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A fresh sheet of paper, a shining red canvas
Settled on stone - a sunny morning.
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Singular rhythmic contortions bounce through the corridor.
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I wanna climb the stairs,
as everything gets worse,
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And we see...
a grey and white philosophy,
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Let me tell you a story...
About the guy who sits alone,
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Why do I continue to bother to breathe
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They see you lying ultrafucked in a cosy mess.
You wished their breath would smell
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The neon sign smirks with a burning arrogance
in the shady part of town.
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Vunerability paces slowly and carefully
through the sloping shapes of an imagined architecture.
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And then a soothing suddenly stirs...
Sensibility rears...
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As I watch you now, I see nothing of what you used to be for me.
Or indeed what I was for you.
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I got so much more to say,
if you'd just let me speak.
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Can you continue to endure this?
As you travel - covered - in
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Stainless steel eyeballs glint with a metallic sheen,
following many white coats,
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Spinning in an eternally twisted hallucination,
Endless mental masturbation,
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Think about the pouring perfect...
...and the eventual defect.
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Sometimes we feel vunerable,
we make mistakes
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Waking up is always a memory but
have you ever experienced falling asleep?
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An important lesson to learn
is that no one ever changes.
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