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By Atrox, Mesmerised
A minds escape
Rejection of reality
Mesmerised
A minds escape
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By Atrox, If you can't cope with the answers don't bother to
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By Atrox, Do not leave. Leave me weak. Do not leave me
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By Atrox, Here where the dead mourn for the living
We eat cannibals
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By Atrox, Lying here in this flower meadow
Feeling free
Hovering on a cloud
Worries
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By Atrox, This penetrating pain
arousing from its sleep
This pallid flesh hiding
in shades
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By Atrox, How I'd love to experience a heartquake
But oh so afraid
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By Atrox, These tears of sadness
Falling with the grace of autumn leaves
I
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By Atrox, My whispering poems My treasures My arch images My treasures
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By Atrox, So you took him moonward from the cellar. Put him
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By Atrox, I am the Ignoramus But he believes he is concealed
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By Atrox, [instrumental]
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By Atrox, You know you should lay your ghosts, but you've become
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By Atrox, Some time ago
And for a period of time
I lived on
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By Atrox, Peek through the hole
And enjoy the lizard dance
Come see the
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By Atrox, In the shade, in the cold, a grey pastry, a
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By Atrox, At last I've found you. You're here, you're mine, you're
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By Atrox, I am the constant comings and goings of my selves.
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By Atrox, At times I'm so preoccupied running
I forget paying attention to
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By Atrox, Deep down in a smiling bucket swimming clouds.
If it was
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By Atrox, The autumn sun is restrained to wither
as the winter assumes
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By Atrox, If my senses won't come to me
I better come to
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By Atrox, Out chasing kites and dragonets, loosing the track, jerking out
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By Atrox, Got me some secondhand traumas
They transformed mind into flesh
And lead
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By Atrox, In a transparent myriad of men
I stand, transfixed
I am lost,
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By Atrox, Deserts of vast eternity
from which I cannot escape
Oh, woe be
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By Atrox, The days lean against
One another
And glide slowly into slippers
Of gathering
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By Atrox, My tentacles ache
This phantom pain is oh so confusing
I'm extraneous
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By Atrox, Clouds of grief sweeps across the horizon
Drowning in crimson glory
Decayed
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By Atrox, A young man astride a rocking horse. His petticoats bristling.