Circulatory Motion Directed to my Cranium

April 14, 2010
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I wilt my harboring solitude
It reaps passing coursers
Searching for prey

Wipe my mind of all discretions
In this state I’ve seen it all
I bear no resentment

Floodgates and symphonies
Cloud my spectrum
They are always the same

All these things make me sorry
I see your smile
Trying to grasp nothing

I say what I don’t mean
I do what I don’t mean
Spinning down the rusted pipe to nothing

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Simon said...
May 14, 2010 at 1:03 am
Short but really good :)
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