You are as beautiful as I remember
In the dark of red September
How the fossil fuels burned
Gutters churned up stinking filth
Spluttering emotional wreckage
Over the atmosphere of the stage
Smells of ravishing blue caught up in the nest
How they worked and twisted at my shore
Licking my feet with a saintly roar
So long had I felt true peace
Where my heart knew calm
Now my passions burn
My feelings disarm
How did I work for so long without it?
Coming thick and fast --> spearing me in the heart
Dead of night
Drawing the wrong card
Which is my birthrite
By Sam Fawcett
‘So long had I felt true peace Where my heart knew calm Now my passions burn My feelings disarm’
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What makes us human, I believe is becoming to be stamped out. Words are so important, both spoken and on the page. Words make up the most powerful elements of our humanity. So, I'm feeling supersonic, why me why not?
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