A couple new ones from the vaults,
Old but relatively new... Or was it the other way around?
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Duncan
All or nothing unhappiness
Is equally as frustrating
As 5am rising to your
8am late...
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Some Nights
You are
The Format-
Sinister,
Stone cold
Severity.
And I am
The child's defense,
Elaborate, wild,
Panicked piety.
And all the anxiety
Notoriety
I have
Cannot compete
With the way
I want to be
Violently
(Unemotionally)
Capable
Of convincing you
Otherwise.
But here, as always,
I speak in
Fragments
Instead of
Sense,
Remaining prisoner
To the present tense.
And as my tension grows,
As usual,
I won't yell.
I'll only whisper...
How.
Fun.
