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In the crook of your leg
I feel the same
Waiting for an explosion
Like sediment and earth erosion
Freeing frozen
Fleeing flowing
Fleeting forthcoming
Loud noise humming
Going through the motion
The crest of the ocean
It relies on the emotion
The quiet and the open
It’s an engine that won’t stop turning
An ending you’re yearning
Potions that are mixed up and ready
Needy and begging
Clinging and saying
It’s the earth moving always
Swinging and swaying
Desperate and haunting
The difference between coming and becoming
All the secrets keep on growing
All the forrests that are burning
Something you’re yearning
I won’t tell anyone
A bad feeling about tomorrow
Can I rest in your Secret sorrow
Can one rest at a fountain
It's The lion on the mountain
Its The passage through the trees
You fall and Skin your knees
Rotation and turning
Over every log searching
For some small object
Long forgotten
Slip into your pocket
Lying and rotten
The difference between Hiding and belonging
Nothing created or destroyed
One can’t help but be annoyed
By the constant turning of the wheel
It’s your karma can you feel
Dharma and the construction
Of your home form or function
In bed day or night
Filling your sweet time
With rhyme
Reasons to keep coming
And reasons to keep running
Swelling and sundry
Sunshine and sullen
Sudden and shutting
Shooting your pistol
Loaded and gunning
My head you’re hunting
Wanted and cunning
Chasing becoming
Trapping and teasing
It's Waning Season
Raining pleading
It's Faintly Pleasing
The difference between Doubtful and Hopeful
Well, I am your Crybaby, hopeful
I know I am sometimes forgetful
I know I am Sometimes impulsive
I know I am Sometimes Doubtful
I'm your Crybaby, Hopeful
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poison in your sleep
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feel so lonely when you're not around
on top my head sits a crown
we take turns feeling bad
hey hey, its not that bad
we take turns pretending to sleep
hey hey, its okay to feel weak
i feel like poison
poison in your sleep
i feel like poison
to everyone i meet
not the slightest thing
ever spoken in a word
word for word
we are all trading words
dunce cap on my head
better words have never been said
well i feel like poison
poison in your sleep
i feel like a burden
to everyone i meet
id follow all yall until the end
thanks so much for being my friends
i feel like poison
poison in my sleep
i feel like poison
to everyone i meet
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Crybaby, Hopeful Pensacola, Florida
rumination is the blade
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