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Blister.
Six Degrees to go until the
first light,
cracked her eggs, he
said it was his birth-right///
Two years lost, from
the pan into the fire.
Spilled his guts and
made me seem a liar.///
Solitude spoke,
intellectually fluent,
chaos reigns,
language incongruent.///
Evolution sold us
out, were sitting on our thumbs.
Politicians rise and
fall while the beggars suck the crumbs.///
Cedarsburg, she made
a home for Joicy Hurth,
waved goodbye to
wash her hands of Ivan's birth.///
Through the clouds
she could see her house was burning,
heartbreak, yet the
world just kept on turning.///
The Western front, a
mile walks-
she's blinded by the
sound,
mezmerized she
watches as it burns down to the
ground
Blister, crack and
peel, no you don't have to feel.///
Sometimes its best
to roll up and die, than it is to
fold
Plastic smile, I've
got to catch the ten o'clock,
killing time,
freezer burn and coca rock.
Communist cardboard
insurrection,
vacant stare,
through fields of interjection.///
Think of life on any
but your own terms,
we're all suicides,
'cause we're swimming in the germs.///
Damn the shrinks and
your new life in Manhattan,
just go get the
cookbook, its us they want to fatten.
///
Blister, crack and
peel, no you don't have to feel.///
Sometimes its best
to roll up and die, than it is to fold.
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