There is no cure
Written by
meythryl
27. Apr 2007 03:53 AM
We're not depressed...
we all have mostly valid reasons for being upset...
cut us some slack and gran out small demands.
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Morning bright, rise.
Go over your lines.
Iron your carefully crafted disguise.
We'd all like to sing.
It's easy to sigh
to sprinkle a handful or plausible lies.
Our buildings will rise
poke out our own eyes.
Publicly smile and privately frown.
A weeping reprise.
Please hear my cries
I'd like to pull just this one building down.
So turn off the sky.
Head in my hands.
Night keep me warm.
White window-sill.
Blinded by heart.
Cut my hair short.
"Eyeless in Gaza with the slaves at the mill."
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