| These Thoughts I’m tryin’ to make sense of why it’s to you I’m drawn. What in my experience makes me fall. Disfunction causes ecstasy. It’s always the undoing of me. In I go despite all I know. Desire clouds all I see. You shouldn’t be here watching these thoughts turn to dread. You are the tear I can’t seem to shed. Mama told me children are hope the day she ended he life with a rope. I wondered when daddy cut her down what this made me now she wasn’t around. What dirty little secret did she need to choke to keep from screaming out. Kill the fire to snuff the smoke. |
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"These Thoughts" Vaudeville 2040
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