Author: liammfx
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They can see me again
it was a toxic March and April flew awayas if it flakedit fell on a wobbling graceI’m not sure what to say about itI can’t really tell but I’d like to know soonit’s greener now why do I rush to go home and why are my priorities so inclinedwhy don’t birds fly away when I…
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I Got Caught Thinking It Was Real Again
I got caught thinking it was real againI got swept in by the wavedazzled by the lights on those far away signsfrozen by a sort of shaky time thatsorely departs I got caught thinking it was real againI was dreaming of the sunI was feeling sorry for myselfit was dirty and wetthis place is cold…
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The Enemy Of Glass
yesthe problem child is an enemy of glassunless it was yours toowouldn’t the chains on the bullbe a bane to your cool and crisp new lifeif only you were chained too?I think it’s strange how we changethe ways we think in terms ofnight and daygo or stayand remain our eyes upon the hiltof a swords…
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yes
the problem child is an enemy of glassall of the breaks and chips and scrapes and cracksthat covered all of our muddydusty and winding tracksbut laid me down to sleepin our search to be so finewhere I walk the plankand you toe the lineto be like me on my killing spreehunting hearts like minewe bleed…
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I Don’t Trust Gin
I don’t trust ginit really winds me upit grinds my gearsand never fails to half-empty my cupI don’t like halves or quarters neither still I don’t like when my glass is even one tenth under-filledI don’t trust people who sugar coat their timewith pointless observations and arbitrary whinesI don’t trust wine and I’d argue it’s…
Moonbow Magazine 