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FARSE
The local kids wont say whispered words tonight, encoraging and loud they stick together in a fight, because thats the way it is, like how its always been, doorstep mecca, dont tell them what theyre missing, sling around your neck and theres a hangman by your future, lowering yourself you wipe the floor and then theyve used you, you'll knock a sip back, end with a sigh, roll one, ember, cigarettes through polystyrene. You walked into that room and it was you and me, a silence, everyone else glued, but it seems some split onto my eyelids, because when i see you a past is forgot, luke warm water, ill bathe then rip it all off again. All in good time, a dreamer forsees you and i, with crushing waves that drown us, this time were going to drown in spite. You talk i just assumed it was the drink i smelt on your lips, echoes fall the broom so pass it here ill sweep the debris. A look to disguise, enchanted but vacant, not one alibi, i freeze then melt, because it seems i made a mistake that i cannot rectify. Have your cake then eat it, none was left so swallow pride, looking at a headstone from above began to cry, speak through gritted teeth for such a waste of life. You held the wool and i sowed my lips up tight, your like audrey, youre so beautiful tonight.
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