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When the past has been easy
And tomorrow dawns hard,
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I'm a fat little piggie who's growing in girth,
I weigh eighty times what I did at my birth!
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The only who can touch me is the storm
While wild hair will mask my eyes from sight
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a thousand-ill played
choices flicker past in whirls of
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Conjectures are fine,
hypothetically speaking;
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Your eyes light upon mine, a connection spanning the air,
sound, time, and space. A physical and visceral connection
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Don’t contextualize me.
Don’t read my words through a lens—
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You docked me five percent.
I did forget an ‘it,’ right there
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There’s a desert in my throat, dust and fire swirling,
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The sun dies silently,
pierced by jagged mountains.
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Another day, another year, another age has passed
Memories are blurring, soft, as daylight turns to ash
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Thirty thousand suns have set
The senses fail, the mind forgets
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While sitting on that lonesome rock,
The Thinker thunk up thrilling thoughts!
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Sick to death of being used
…again
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Sheets of frigid rain POUND the earth
s h r e d d i n g leaves,
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Perfect clothes and perfect hair
Impeccable makeup, flawless smile
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Hark you now, and listen well / Old Granny’s got a tale to tell
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Apollo's abode / That dreams lie beyond / Tantalizingly unattainable / But drawing inexorably / The sun-scorched horizon /
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The masks shatter / leaving broken hearts / to cry for light
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“Come and get me!” the small boy cries / Laughter sparkles in his eyes / His brother grabs me from behind / His thick skull hitting none to
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Spinning, spinning round and round / Twirling til a match is found / Gaudy colors round and round / Never will a match be found / Red and blue mix in your lap / Or hidden well behind your back / What a mess i
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My jagged words never seem to flow quite right
Jumbled thoughts all clamor for attention
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But the older I get, the less I know Seeming truths are but clever lies
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Though the guillotine's been gone for years Self-mutilation now domineers
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The doctor grins, “I’ll be back soon, ducky.
“I’ll bring a friend. Don’t look so distressed!”
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And if you wipe away my tears It won't matter how many times I cried
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You'll regret in an hour
But til then, yield to me
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I am aching to believe in you
But your eyes keep shifting away
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Spread wings of fancy
Break your collar of dread
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"I don't! I don't!" I cried out loud
"You got no say!" replied the cow
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