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Lost Containment
The stitches seemed so sturdy
Holding it all together
All was safely contained
No danger of spread or mess
All neatly packed away
No one worried about a fallout
The pieces had become just Peace
With no one wanting to undo it
One dream was all it took
Like a seam ripper in the night
Those stitches came unraveled
And all came tumbling out
The tears, the pain, the tortured silence
I guess that's why REM
Is the end of the world as I know it
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Ludden Soss
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