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Rated: 18+ · Poetry · Psychology · #1856731
title is "it'll be safe for him once we remove the sharp objects," but it wouldn't fit
this fucking dream i had the other day,
it's lodged inside my mind
it talked to me and told me that,
my whole life is just wasted time.
basically, it laid out a grand old scheme,
of which i understood little.
but i did recognize amongst it's lies,
that i should probably die soon
and save the world the trouble

so bury me in deeper water
somewhere beneath her garden
bury me somewhere close to home
find somewhere i won't be alone

we march in simple elegant circles
around some kind of truth?
we damn ourselves for finding out
that we don't give a shit...
i guess that if i had to sum it up,
by using interpretive dance
we'd all end up walking away,
totally fucking confused,
which is probably for the better.

so fish me out of deeper water
dig me up from beneath her garden
i ought to be close to where i call home
cause i probably shouldn't be left alone
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