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Little Boy Blew
There are so many fucking holes in you,That I think he might play through But he’s happier with the poking stick… Feeling like it did back in forty four,Waiting on Sunny with the little boy I adore.There can be no peace without true lies,No slipping on the mind’s refractions, No sorry, no forgiveness, no retractions.Just… Read more
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The Stranglehold
For happy days to seek happy nights,In this haze of violent delights,The will must be the thing that bends,As witness made to these violent ends. Circles and circles of Earth and Sol, Where man must fall for what he stole,These tales tell of two snakes entangled,Our endless times are so many angled. Upon ancient roads… Read more
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Reading On Thames
A waitress is feeling generous today, Liquids are spilling on my new dress, Thought I’d take a ride to Reading, Girls in waiting are Sunday’s best. Maybe the fruit has become a tree, Work for the cherry picking scene, The baked in lie like warm apple pie, While we pay for who we’ve been. Well… Read more
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the Psiren’s kiss
I Jumped into the ocean without my paddle, Searching for the ‘but a dream” of life… And now I swim in the wreckage of time’s river, Where once in a little row boat I held your hand, Now I look for you beneath the waves, Drowning just to find you and pull you up, And… Read more

