Wednesday, 21 June 2017

the house is painted
a new gloss on its old bones
lipstick on a pig
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    I can hear the train Whistle, and distant rumbling, Makes me feel lonely
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    dreams die lazily laying in the fresh mowed lawn reawakening.
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    you think i won't leave, your anger like a prison. freedom: happiness