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Work of A Psychedelic
Contributed by
DPrall
on
Tuesday, 13th October 2009 @ 08:45:19 AM in AEST
Topic:
Lifepoems
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under these covers i've never felt so alone
the walls are closing in on this place i call home
disconnected from society and all that i've known
victimized by the pain i've caused on my own
im just listening to my brain operate
it's full of words with nothing left to say
let's fly away into inoperable space
claim each other as lovers and forget the mistakes
you're sending mixed signals i cannot decrypt
they've got me bending at angles that do not exist
my mind caught in tangles tempting me to just quit
taking the easy way out is so hard to resist
the time is coming up for my ship to ascend
just fly with me once and journey this wind
if you don't want it - please don't pretend
3, 2, 1.... i'm off into space alone once again.
Copyright ©
DPrall
... [
2009-10-13 08:45:19] (Date/Time posted on
site)
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