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your sorrow sleeps

your sorrow sleeps as we play our tune what is a strand in the hand of the marooned fake men dancing marionette striking matches i am the paper in machette the burning in the frozen flames eyes seeking inspiration peering through my soul turning out words all drowning in fish bowls this beta swimming all alone reaching for a mate across slaughtered homes cast a net of denial following lunacy dots that roam the periods are all awaiting the greatest of all clots try'n prove another man's name all the while flame ing to be same your words could never save me with your tongue anchored down remember i tried calling but only silence turned me down take all your sylables for a walk try'n get closer to the way we stalk swallow mare spit ima eagle not a hawk your sorrow sleeps guiding you as you walk ?

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