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Restless
Behind these brown eyes lies molten lava Waiting breathlessly for a moment to incinerate my inhibitions. And I become the pendulum that lives to swing to the other side Only finding peace on the way back and restless in between I become inflicted with impatience and rummage around Aimlessly to appease this itch that I can’t scratch My raw flesh bores me and my spirit cries to be set free As I search hopelessly for an antidote. There is none
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