June 2012
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Marigolds and Cyanide (You Make Me Feel…)
You make me feel like marigolds, enjoying some sunny rain. You make me feel so honest. You make me feel ok. I left you with
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May Be, Maybe
There was a time, long ago, when I was young, I can’t believe I remember it. I wanted a brother, but my mother, couldn’t stand,
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The Life Decision
There is a tale of broken hearts, in every single being. A feeling that is so useless, and it leaves everything that way. What all
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Like The Rest Of Us
The waves crash, I am just a mortal son. You spring from your bunker, is the war won? I can’t stand the way, you’re looking
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A Pariah
My days are scratching thin, reminds me of moments when, I always dug a hole deep in, my burning house, I once called my home.
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The Flames Die
I can’t believe that I’m alone. I’ve spent six weeks trying to get you home. I put my head within a plastic sack, at least
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Because…
Compiled the letters, then picked up the phone. It’s been a long time, since we were on one on one. Now you have some children,