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Weight of my fears…shh See! It’s coming after me… Sore and breathless death
G. Pearson
all seriousness a promise broken by lust I said I would not
When the drinks do flow? The energy electric? Still you are lonely…
I think I’ll need more. I’m feeling stuck like a bird. In a paper cage.
Busy work, check tasks Nothing feels completed yet And now it’s midnight
Growing back stronger My thirst for you…metallic I cried at the sky
Watch her run away Tapping into the doorway Una fantasma
Much to organize Wash, fold, pack, weep, say goodbye This is no one’s home
Cruise control, feet up Wait! I’m late and can’t pretend Take the smoke to go
Love with all I’ve got Maybe sometimes too much so ‘Beef frank, ev’ry thing’