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66 lines
1.4 KiB
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Third time writing you a letter
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Getting darker
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I'm getting worse
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And worse
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I had a reason for the writing
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But trying to exorcise my demons didn't work
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To try to rid me of the worry and to purge
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You out of wonder for the future and the hurt
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I wrote a poem
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I'm increasingly aware
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I've been painting things in gray
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I'm increasingly alarmed by the pain
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I'm increasingly alive
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To every cloud up in the sky
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I'm increasingly afraid it's gonna rain
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See, lately I've
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Hated me, for over-playing pain
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For always pointing fingers out
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At everyone, but who in fact is guilty
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And for picking at my scabs
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Like they could never break
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But they can and they will
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And I'll spill like a leak in the basement
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A drunk in the night choir
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Just slur all those words
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To make deadbeat that
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Sweet old refrain
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Self-inflicting my pain
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And therein lies the real shame
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I heard when they were
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Picking through the rubble
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Finding limbs, they sang hymns
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But now what of what I see?
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The worry, the wonder
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The shortness of days
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The replacement for purpose
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The things swept away
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By the worry, the wonder
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My slightness of frame
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The replacements for feeling
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The casual lay
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And the worst of the wildlife
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Wears clothes and can pray
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And the worry, the wonder
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For three meals a day
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Only death unimpeded
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Not slowing it's pace
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Brings that petty, old worry
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And wonder away
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____________
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Name a Poem
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Artist La Dispute
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Album Wildlife
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