I.V 94s

Harmonica harmonica
you're my bitsyditsydoo
harp harp
to the beat
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My eyes are heavy as I type these words

All I want
is to be tired
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Confusion like the clown climbing
to reach the fun
Children laughing
because of pity
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Trips runs walks jogs journeys travels
Try saying that fast
Eventually you'll get it right
But when that happens
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Bringing it out in the light
Seeing that everything is fine
Working on the moves of glory
Watching it all fade like dandelions
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Music sets the mode
the mood and the gloom

Music we like
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One choice
Breathe

Why
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Bury bury me down

Once upon a time I buried me down
I wanted to escape from all sound
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I had the holistic pictures
The pictures that told me
all about perfection
What I would have
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I say I wont
That's true
But if I
could find my way
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Empty, just empty
nada
nothing to see
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Sitting, standing, sleeping whatever
it all comes down to the weather
now it's raining blood
hitting my skin like the sun
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Confusion is a part of my thing
Now I don't even know
what to sing
or which fits to these stings
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Typing
The feelings in my fingers
touching the keyboard
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What do I have
Squeezy sounds
on it's way
to my body
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Puke, vomit, something
Eating my throat.
Watch horror
so I can let it go
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I never dared
to watch you closely
But I see
I see you
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Superman

Didn't realize
that I could relate to him
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I don't know
but maybe this
would feel better
in my toes
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This poem my dear
is great
if you try to find
a meaning
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