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#2/14/94

Status: Finished

Genre: Poetry

Houses:

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Status: Finished

Genre: Poetry

Houses:

Summary

Any relief is temporary relief, so:

"I've got to take what I'm making
and turn it into something
I've got to take what I'm making
and turn it into something
for you
I've got to break what I'm making
and turn it into nothing
I've got to break what I'm making
and turn it into nothing
for you"
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Summary

Any relief is temporary relief, so:

"I've got to take what I'm making
and turn it into something
I've got to take what I'm making
and turn it into something
for you
I've got to break what I'm making
and turn it into nothing
I've got to break what I'm making
and turn it into nothing
for you"

Content

Submitted: March 06, 2012

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Content

Submitted: March 06, 2012

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Invisible vibrating messages send

Music coming from underground ends -

 

And all my desire

Turned me into a liar

 

Sparks and bombastic show,

Showed me that: Nothing I really know.

 

I don’t know where I am

And don’t really give a damn.

 

A fake kitten smile

Took the pain away a while

 

Just let me hold you…

Try, try, try to be True.

 

And then everything repeats -

Without consult or conceit

 

And deep, resonating pain returns

And for elsewhere else my heart yearns.

 

 

Some seraphim please come and beguile

Be my opiate for a while.


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