Christopher Andrew

Buzz my face once more,
I have no great thoughts to soar.
Through my voice which is toast
Against my will to be this host.
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a hammer's bang
a man insane
a vow of commitment
a vow... a hip went
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Sum four pins hold a poster on my wall.
Trust in Newton, the poster won't fall.
Paper and ink,
Our world I think.
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A faucet fast pouring love is hard to reach
Women approach but hardly breach

Some dance, some gaze, some try to touch
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Mistake made, border crossed
Reached out to a man, being a lush

Sang a tune, stuck in head
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as soon as i type my words disappear
i try to hard to disarm my fear
now i sit in this boring place,
nothing to gaze, nothing to waste
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...it was painful...

I halt for now,
to let my eyes dry...
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