For Hot Food and Fresh Coffee

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I machete pathways through a forest of emotion
Fast
Get ready
Aftermath is here
Inside it’s indescribable
Tremors into fear of loss and that
That
That
That
Word

Disappear

I feel frozen… In ice
Hot food and fresh coffee sure dose sound nice
I can stop this
No
I can gain control
Unbury myself
Myself
Pull myself out of this hole

I’ll be here another year
I guess
At least
So says
The lease

Here are my apologize
And please
Accept
This cheese
Have a happy life and be safe
And don’t forget our memories

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--Last edited by MeCh on 2007-06-02 22:17:19 --