The 2 A.M Writer

Closet Musings #1

Sorrow left back in a sack

Little bags full of toys

Walking down the road.

Like we all are.

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Shifted off my feet

Onto dirt I roll

Stumble as I do

Never good at lying

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Doctor stitch my foot up

Remove the syrup and place the cough

I can watch clouds fall flat

But seeing you drown is killing me

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Last year, last you

Different tea, different bottle

The skin covered book we sowed is stretched

Guess I\'ll never see you as a man

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Tongue like lead

Mouth like mud

You await my recording

Rewind the same record again

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Waterfall, fill me

Mother earth, consume me

Neon city, lick me

Plastic eyes, control me

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