Aubrey Drummond

I am too tired to write
So, I will write

Nothing
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I never thought you cared
About a heart as cold as mine
About a soul as black as mine
About a child who grew at devil's side
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Why do you keep working there
For such a low rate of pay
Don't you know you could go
Anywhere and get paid better too?
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My grandmother was all dressed up nice
In her Sunday going to church clothes
'The man is coming, the man is coming'
she said and made me take a bath,
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In my ears
I can hear the sound
Of my heartbeat
Constant, Sad, and lonely
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The switch
Long brown rubbery stick
That burn in me many a lesson
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I talk
Face to face
With the man
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Grey days
Leads
Greyer nights
And
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Word processer
Wordless and
Black
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Did I say those words to you?
Words I found so hard to say
Although it glowed within my heart
My devoted worship of you
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I live In a world of lies
where free speech
has lost its right to exist
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Who's to say
what I write
is bad?
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Pressing your body close to mine
I wrap my arms around you

wondering…
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Less hope now
if blue turns to red
Will have to find
another flag
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When you died…
I died too
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No tears
Have I
For you
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I feel the pressure of your thigh
Resting against mine

Tell me
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You can
I can
But
We don't
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Live fat
trapped within your cage
Growing old and blind
with grand care
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You may ask this question
which I have no answer to
at least at this time not now
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