Alone by alone or in two pair the muses slowly hang their heads is despair.
The amplifier of acrimony has short circuited again leaving rattled wires strung copper bare and now only silence fills the muted air.
Oh its no problem for the quite ones now, but do we really need to fix this somehow?
Can we let the four corners collapse and allow the implosion to elapse in the wake of empty Wednesdays?
Can we let the four corners collapse and allow the implosion to elapse in the wake of empty Wednesdays?
Perhaps we can find a warm winter coat if we just look under the harbor town boat.
We may find a clue or just another line that leads us once again to what is yours and what is mine.
We may find a clue or just another line that leads us once again to what is yours and what is mine.
(c) & (p) 2012 subconscious mind publication company
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