dont smile much in public
wear our second hand clothes
dance on the edge of pins and needles
too clear and too dark
eerie brittle significance
we are atmosphere
warning warning
and atom could ransom all
become underground at 23
disorder life
make a mess everywhere
tell every lie in the world
this is the start of it all
coming to an end one way or another
sooner rather than later
croon anguish
handsome spin and despair
sordid middle of the road
disconected
take away
take over
need the trauma
glass capering cold anxious iron lurid
spare marooned noises off
ectoplasmic ego
growning soon
into his space
fill senses out from within
marbles lost
privacy
isolation for two
(just a piece of my art; wish you enjoyed)
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