testaments to loss
testaments to loss
in the heart of loneliness
be formitable
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miles davis playing
miles davis playing
and sounds of pages turning
ev’ning to relax
on a wandering
on a wandering
stepping into my own thoughts
questing for release
orange fades to pink
orange fades to pink
twilight in the western sky
the last beelanding
gaze into the blue
gaze into the blue
through the fluffiness in white
hanging with the moon
in the devil’s eyes
in the devil’s eyes
my soul staring out at me
reflections in glass
a limp figure waits
a limp figure waits
dead puppet society
all the ties that bind
headlines of today
headlines of today
so full of sound and fury
signifies nothing
the edge of deceit
the edge of deceit
lying on the edge of truth
impeach the bastards
to hold fast in time
to hold fast in time
and ponder on the root cause
printer's jammed again