Hayden Meads Poems

Just a who, underneath the bone and sinew, looking for a side, a side in which to be allied. Just a who opening up his dusty chain-locked mind and hoping that there is a thought, something worthwhile locked inside
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It feeds my feet, it feeds my eyes,

with every beat it feeds me lies.
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Its a bridge that's on fire, its bridge that won't burn.

You haven't walked it yet,
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Away, away, away. I told you I would stay. And there you go away, running as I stay. Playing in the rain, splashing in the puddle, playing as you leave today. I look forward, you don't look back. And on your back there is a sack. I knew not yet, but in time you wouldn't be back.
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