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Last roads

, oh know, just that, nowhere, this one brings me back. Where do these last roads begin and end, in our minds. Are we forever traveling down last roads as we imagine only for them to have no beginning or

, oh know, just that, nowhere, this one brings me back. Where do these last roads begin and end, in our minds. Are we forever traveling down last roads as we imagine only for them to have no beginning or

Out there

Halfpenny moment

28-06-1914

3 foot ruler

ABANDONED

About Tomorrow

ABSURB

Acceptance

ACCESSORY

ACROSS THE LINE

ADVERSITY OF VANITY

AIMLESS

ALTERNATIVE BELFAST

AMERICAN DIPLOMACY

AND ALL THAT THERE

AND NOW....A WORD FROM BRIAN

ANGELS

ANGELS CARING

ANGELS FALLING

ANNOYING SUCKER

ANYONE

AN INOFFENSIVE MAN

ART OF LIFE

ASKING A QUESTION

ASSUMPTION

AS WE CHOOSE

ATOMIC NUMBER (6}

ATTEN--SHUN

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PATTERN CURTAINS

No matter where you run too, hiding in
fancy rooms or squalid digs, the pattern
on the curtain always remain the same.
Inside your mind the same feelings remain

Even if the curtain swishs gently aside, or hangs limply
you can’t change the pattern of your life by hiding out.
The pattern inside each lonely room of your mind stays
the same, lonely and choking on the tears that fall like rain.

Neon flickering on the pattern, reflect the images of pain.
Ever changing are the subtle shades of insane shame. Woven
inside each thread, the weave and weft make plain the madness
of a life lived striving only for gain, but ending in remorse.

Lie back on the bed, hide the pattern from your eyes.
Remembering when the your mind was at peace, not hiding out
in a room with the curtains pulled.Regrets are the patterns in your mind
thoughts swirling around and you covet, the simplistic pattern.

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