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Spring To Fall

March 6, 2015
By Anonymous

The singers are for sale, and all the instruments are dust.
You lost your faith in heavens, and I know that I messed up.
Your choice is all your own, but your silence speaks in tongues.
The freer that we want to be, the less we get what we want.
You told me once some time ago, “entitlement is key”.
“You fake it till you make it,” you shout to me from the trees.
I’m not ashamed but I can’t really say I take great pride,
In never being on anyone’s good side



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