Singing, I Have Become Comfortly Numb
Standing out of the way aside her library
Finding it's shade these brick walls a cigarette
Taking another drag watching his world go by; once again
Here amid the small yet big city with much larger dreams she speaks
In circling motions as their smoke ascending from death's grip; balancing acts ?
Ever troubling one's eyes whom fail to escape; never pleasing, truth's words they write
Compelled she seems viewing these beams spilling from a tongue untamed of time....
Broken walls refrained nay her crumbling bits; Ancient's child tis love they spit and, splatter.
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