Here the sounds? There coming.
Time to start running.
Start gunning for the nearest exit.
Only one window hangs open.
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Dear sir, we hate to inform you.
But your check is being withheld for the following reasons.
The first is it cost more to live then you make.
The second is we are no longer writing dead beats like you checks.
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Thoughts of what to do next.
Keep me, hold me down.
Kicking and screaming.
A child's long forgotten tantrum.
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The agony of this stress.
A monotonous task.
The barer of bad news.
Signed crosses, set clues.
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Standing butt naked in the middle of the room.
Among encircled friends, among encircles enemies.
The embarrassment king, with a crate and knoose to swing.
Like a spring going topsy, turby.
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Head in the clouds.
Lost in forever wanting thoughts.
A only if of uncertainity marks the page with the very lightest touch.
As if it could go at anytime.
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Met these hippies, they showed up in a dark grey paneled van.
Looking for a place to stay.
To keep warm.
Some would call them drifters.
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My darling you have such beautiful eyes.
It's too bad with the last kiss goodbye.
Never to see you again.
Once wander always a wander.
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To travel with you would be so amazing.
Welcome to the universal hazing.
Clouds engross my entire body.
It feels as if I'm floating.
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Pretty little mocking bird.
Ever repeating the words to be said.
A temptation to satisfy.
To soothe both soul and mind with an outright lie.
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