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Grotesque Situation
It is such a grotesque situation
I can’t verbally match how I feel
Seems I’m staled in a dissociation
I can’t say what I want to reveal
If I could get some help, I’d be glad
But there isn’t a sign, so I’m worried
Cause it looks like I’m back from the dead
And I’m living again the whole story
As the time passes by, I remember
What seemed vague and disjointed, comes clear
Like your voice of familiar timbre
From the messenger record I hear
The plot goes like we’ve known it before
Where and when, matters less, my sweet angel
In the most recent life we showed more,
Much more than if I were a stranger.
Copyright ©
Gregory Colodub
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