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A loss for words,
In and out,
Frequent lies,
Too tall or too stout?
forever vauge,
forever blunt,
however life,
is played for front.
empty mouths,
twisted tongues,
lips drip hate,
without new lungs.
find a way,
or lose your own.
night is knight,
without his sword.
morning is mourning,
woke within life,
memory dead,
and they still walk,
without their head.
- by Zelda911911 |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 10/08/2011 |
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- Title: Not Seen
- Artist: Zelda911911
- Description: it dosen't make sense unless you are me. but maybe you are me?
- Date: 10/08/2011
- Tags: seen
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