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We keep to ourselves amidst a fight within

We dream of dating Billy Joel's daughter then wake up alone again
In silence we erect portals to honor the dead;
Shattered fragments making mutations out of store bought bread,
As Poe did having felt a funeral in his brain they complain;

The Talk Of The Town...

In Summer we make our amends out of its setting sun undone,
Shaped dreams through the sky as sitting down blanket a passerby
We make words out of complex circles then paint a frosted face on
Shattered once again unfriend me,

We wait every year for our vacation then realize we can't take one,

Deadly vipers filled with poison in the intellect of our minds lazy diamonds,
We make wings out of painted glass to grasp a meaning or notion in thought;
The talk of the town...
Stay clear of the pathway that leads to destruction & death

We must all confess a tear drop burdens the angry soul
An eclipse of the sun had tainted my inner vision
Now was their something I had been missing?
Nails with barbed wire fences felt a funeral in my brain again.

Having hoarders in the soul I'm way out of control!

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