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Labyrinthine
Awakened.
Everything is misery
unless you pretend,
fantasy, is where I long to be
empty in my head.
The journey down was quick.
feathers are frequent
and pounds are wasted
on flesh of twisted tongues,
lies are ears and truths are deaf,
everything comes undone
No clocks are on the walls
so time wont tell anybody.
Everything is misery
unless you pretend,
fantasy, is where I long to be
empty in my head.
The journey down was quick.
feathers are frequent
and pounds are wasted
on flesh of twisted tongues,
lies are ears and truths are deaf,
everything comes undone
No clocks are on the walls
so time wont tell anybody.
Published 7th Sep 2014
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