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Seperated Laugh (1999)
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Seperated Laugh (1999) |
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Gypsy Junior Member
since 2001-06-15
Posts 20VA Coast |
Speak softly upon her little moon. She's painting nails and laughing, But I'm crying for the adultry- the sadness of this youth. Gone before my eyes; I watch the *******s inside this hole. This hell of masters who pretend... The world is ending, But NO! I said with all my breath, And yet she never seems to listen to words, Like ice that cuts the bitter truth In half, of what she makes of men. I'm tired of trying; tied up Against the bed and she's laughing... Even harder at all my failed attempts, Of controlling this chaotic order. This bullet sparkling beneath the air- Flies angerily now into MY WORLD! And the metal gun in his worn hand- Is aimed only for her laughter in his head. To be great is to be misunderstood. Emerson |
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