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I have found it
The cure to this disease
I’ve made a rapture out of rationing my payments
Paid in full once the year comes to a close
And distributed gradually to ease the clinging need
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
We’re all going home together
Or am I again confusing the real with the beautiful?
I’ve made a rapture out of rationing my payments
But it was figurative and my heart simply forgot
I thought I’d cured the disease
But it rages
And consumes
I thought I’d made it out alive
Nobody does
- by pax alauda |
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- | Submitted on 08/06/2012 |
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- Title: Psychoscience
- Artist: pax alauda
- Description: Originally posted on my blog (eachatomsings @ tumblr). I wrote this in a fit of irritation a couple nights ago.
- Date: 08/06/2012
- Tags: psychoscience
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- nbetweener - 10/03/2012
- Feels a little vague, but some poems are. I can't connect the payment line with the rest of it, but the rest is good. I really like the line about the real and the beautiful.
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