Joshua cole

what does one do with so few
look left look right
no boy it is only you
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shatter the thoughtless mind
it looks it looks
but it is blind
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sandpaper opening, blink
wash away last nights insomnia
no recolection, memory clean
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My past clings to me
like ten perfect punctures in my skin
let them pull down and open me
for all to see
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You were happy once
I can see it
The mouth can deceive
but the eyes, the eyes
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dark sarcasm with blade sharpened right
find your home tonight
swing true split skin, with fiery delight,
awake child
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