after the dust settles, the images start to form
   and the brief outlines of people can be seen
   they take their shape, and you realise
   the exact nature of the human form
   then you rub your eyes and it blurs again
   daymn, you've got dirt inside.
   and you keep wiping
   "bleak and whitish" nov05


   sunrise and the breaking of a new day
   oh the shackles that still keep us where we are
   the burning freedom within us
   to do, just to do it for once.
   and wot the heck, we shouldn't have to worry 
   about what's supposed to happen next
   no one has to know
   oh can you see the shame of it all?
   "tommorow brings death" nov14


   outright, who could be right?
   24hours of tragedy, a month to make pain
   they tear, their hair out
   why can't i be with you?
   who are you?
   will the world revolve, if we stand still
   fancy you going out with me
   "i think i need to get attachted" nov20   


   




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