ANGER by John

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Paper, Ink,

Thoughts of things, blowing nose on the telephone.

Heavy sigh with my heart beating, with heavy eyes here I lie

Screaming inside for breath of air, wish away my selfish pride

An irritation, blood flows quicker, sandy paths that cut my feet

Bloody soul, I keep on, linger, swear away myself

Until I die

Fistfilled rage, lost my cool, body temperature on the rise

Flowing, down, upside fate, crowning plate of pills

Waking thrown, testosterone pages, curses fly right by

Zoning away thoughtless saying, with my voice I kill

Fast away, burning fingers, blue tipped lie

I hide



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