A misty chamber for a broken self
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Whose world lies shattered on the floor
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He has no friends just a grey-blue chair
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His mind is focused on the wall
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"desperation and gloominess
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nerves are numb...fragments of a fettered sun"
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There is someone who stays in the plain house
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Like a pale weathered shade behind windows
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There is someone who sees cruel pictures
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While he walks down the road dead tired
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He's waiting there for an end to come
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It's so unjust that he can't leave
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The aching tune of his solitude
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Will always whisper through that night
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"a mirror to wonder...words won't save me
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flattering darkness...fragments of a fading light"
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Someone's Picture
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| Autumnblaze |
