My Own Private Northern State
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You Are The Master Of DisguiseBoy, did you get me I came right at you in that storm You were supposed to be my lighthouse Not the jagged rocks that ripped my hull outYou Are The Master Of Disguise
by ~VeryNorthernWords
What's In Brad Pitt's Box?I don't throw stones, my glass house is shaped like a bottle With a huge black and red label across the front You can knock but I probably won't hear you Unconscious in the warmest corner, my ritual Daily 12 hour hazy hibernationWhat's In Brad Pitt's Box?
I connect myself to my greatest achievments and moments With slender, stretching wires that cross years and years One day soon they'll snap and I'll collapse Into the black present, and the past will finally be the past Not a sling for my broken arm of a life
Time to throw some stones Time to fix some bones
by ~VeryNorthernWords
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