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Fear, won't you listen here as I've listened to you
in every size, shape, and tear.
I beg you, I plead you.
But for some reason you want me.
Got me thinking of insanity.
I've felt the plenty vapors strike my head through and through.
Everywhere is but traces of you.
I've dealt with every paper line out of my bed as you wanted me to do.
So tired of writing, I just want to sleep.
You inspire me riding the waves of my sheets.
All I want is to lay me down and be away and sound on a pillow.
Blow away like the wrathful ghost.
You can blow away any time.
Now go away.
The indignation isn't really what I feel the most.
It is you.
I don't want to wear a nerve ending hair piece.
It doesn't look right on anyone, so go in peace. |
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