Text #11
03.05.2020
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21.05.2020 | Version #1
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For hours
I talk to you
but all you do
is resonate
For whatever reasons
I have drilled a hole in you
and now i'm pouring lemonade
Though you shine
after hours of polishing
my mind
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Give me that hacksaw, please
so i can saw off your head
reach me the sandpaper
some moonlight and blow the
roof off the woodshed
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For days
I haven't heard the church bell
that mighty copper moon
For days I haven't heard
the voice of god though
feeding you moonshine
with a teespoon
Though you shine
after hours of polishing
my mind
Though you make my frame of mind
like metals interwined
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For years
you haven't disintigrated
but now I sence erupted rust
For years
you haven't replied my prayers
and I'm aging with mistrust
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