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23 August 2012 @ 06:50 pm
song of so many
ghosts given up
back behind the broadside
underneath the in between
walk home slowly
give hope her chance
to catch you
in the act of love
in the middle lane
in the urbane transit
let love lie
your heart demands it
let hope pass by
if you have to
don't call out
save your sweet breath
don't call
they will catch you
and lock your body in
limp towards solice
beg it to take you in
rip out your passion
bleed out for the crowd
gathered round
sleep only to dream