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By distant moon Date: 2008 Jan 06 Comment on this Work [[2008.01.06.22.50.22012]] |
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I've broken every rule, shattered the discontent; yet somehow I'm at fault for your happiness. A slave to slander and a pope among the trees, I drive a hard bargain when I'm on one knee... and I will bowl away, every wonder every day. All inspired, all afraid, and yet I'm entirely in disarray. Ugly figures, dance in silhouette, and laughingly...I turn to run away. Supposed brother, supposed friend, a guilty lover in the trappings of a stare. Shelter me baby, I'm just a poor son I've got no one, I've got nothin' Save me darling, I'm just a pauper, starving, ignorant and raving. and I will bowl away, all your insecurities; your disaffected intellectual inability to dream. |