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Friday, 7 August 2009

Nursery Grime

The house is sweetness
Which will burn your tongue if you touch it.
Follow back the dry trail
To your parents who didn't love you so.
To the people who do not care or know.
To the friends who like you just for show.

Goldilocks was right.
With her perfect blonde curls.
You are too hot
Too cold.

You are too small.
Too tall.

You are never
Just right
So just fight
And take flight
And fire, fire fire away
Far far far away

From who you really are
And let the truth be left
Lying in a pool of blood
No son of the gun
But one with the gun
As all hope is lost
You find the trigger

Is this what you wanted oh world of lies?
Where such unique beauty leads to sacrifice?

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