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Silent sounds of quiet quirky quiffs

Spent my destiny trying to find someone like you,
went through a decade worth of decaying decoys,
going downhill with the destroyed disguise.

Spent my love on hoarding hordes of hatred,
yet just like heather hills you're calming for my mind.

And I, need to get away,
so why, keep on lying to my face. 

So this house was built by ordinary men and women,
powering through hustles while we sip on rum,tonic,gin and wine.
Let's hide, in hives of people in our lives.
Let's run, we can hide in the sky tonight.

Scouting scourge counting down our minutes,
downing dining dills just to end the painful hunger.
Now my, impressive impulsive impressions,
are shaping the state of my inspired mind.
These nights, haunted by hungry heathen thoughts.

Can't wait to drink reality's deadly decorative dye.

🌷(3)

decadedecoydisguisehatredheathersky

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victoriavautaw@gmail.com

Sat 30th Nov 2019 03:53

Great poem LeGou. Potent last line! ?

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