HOLDING MY DREAMS WITH
THEIR HEADS UNDERWATER
Until they finally all drown anyhow; no sense
in not upending the apple cart if there are
no apples left. That's how I feel. My guns
are locked and sealed, so there's no chance
of mishap. The Tarot Card read 'Death By
Water' - not by blood.
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As comfortable in the morn as fresh coffee
at dawn - that's how I used to feel; it's all
different now - I'm dragging nightmare
chains through the corridors and lanes, to
find another niche to settle down in. Not
much to pick from : charlatans and cheats.
Gypsies, tramps and thieves. Wasn't that it?
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