baby green, by pat
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And it sits against the wall
waiting in anticipation
This is not the day for this
I know
and it won't ever be.
Do you believe in your bed?
or would it leave you too sad?
Apart from: lame things, telling scenes from dreams, and
pain, and shame, and everything I guess..
All aside
Do you believe you're down?
That you're too old?
So,Give everything away that matters
and everything that makes you sad.
Wake up.
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Posted: 2014-02-08 20:24:07 UTC |
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