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#974850 added April 25, 2020 at 2:15pm
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Of Your Verse


Of Your Verses

Somber, low
I rise to your eyes.
You thought me dead in bed,
In this rumpled earth.
I couldn't burst with thirst.
I died sad. Was I mad?

This dirt holds me fast.
It hardens in your winter.
It's a long season, waiting
for the sun's revealed truth
and Mother's love.

Linger low, slow I will rise.
Who buried me, set words free
in my crumpled hell?
I didn't thirst, just the worst.
I'm glad I'm free

of your verses.


- written to Mad World by Gary Jules
reluctantly wanting to be more open, honest
as I am walking dead through this Internet scene.
Truth doesn't set you free.


For:
"The Soundtrack of Your Life" 
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