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My paranoia,
Buried in my belly.
Stirring up trouble
And letting the anxiety
Raise up into my heart.
A palpatation for good measure,
Beats missed like
Bad band practice and
Eyes searching for
Warnings in the sky.
Once the melody has dissolved,
The only sure thing
Is the sky and only
Disappointment or realization
Will be resting in my stomach.
Will I trhow it up once it
Rises in my throat?
Or will I swallow it down,
Pretend nothing has happened?
July 16, 2007
Suge
Buried in my belly.
Stirring up trouble
And letting the anxiety
Raise up into my heart.
A palpatation for good measure,
Beats missed like
Bad band practice and
Eyes searching for
Warnings in the sky.
Once the melody has dissolved,
The only sure thing
Is the sky and only
Disappointment or realization
Will be resting in my stomach.
Will I trhow it up once it
Rises in my throat?
Or will I swallow it down,
Pretend nothing has happened?
July 16, 2007
Suge
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