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brass band
Contributed by
dunk
on
Tuesday, 13th July 2004 @ 10:36:41 AM in AEST
Topic:
Lifepoems
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i wanna sleep like a baby tonight,
so can you run your fingers through my hair til' ill fall asleep...
and my pins and needles have gone.
could you stay awake to make sure,
that im dead to the world, in a place with no bass drums or crowds
or walls that breathe when i stare for too long...my heads wrong.
with my head on your chest i am back in the womb again
with my head on your chest, i feel your hands they come and,..
pick me up and dust me down and lay me back in bed
you always silence......the brass band in my head.
Copyright ©
dunk
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2004-07-13 10:36:41] (Date/Time posted on
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