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We dont agree, and this is what it feels like.

Submitted:Sep 29, 2006    Reads: 169    Comments: 2    Likes: 0   

Neurons like lighting in my brain strike up conversation (filled with pain)
Walk a whole mile in Your shoes melted tar stuck and me on the pavement
cant move Why do I always dance around You? my wilting flowers
on the windowsil soak up sunlight like You soak up energy and when I'm
helpless curled up on the floor lying dazed You stare down at me relentless
wont go away cause
You're damned if You do
I'm damned if You don't
stationed outside with an ashtray armed with nothing but smoke and words
its not the cigarettes giving me cancer today.


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