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Slow
Quiet Fred
Misdirected poetry
Art that doesn't count
Songs that no one sings
and love than can only pout
Joy locked in a box
Surrounded by voices of fear
Coos & Moans & whispers of love
That no one can ever hear
Deep in my head
Is this called dead?
Slow quiet Fred
Sits silent in dread
The trap is someday
The trap is when
The evil is that tape loop
That says, "If only, then...".
Not Good News
Longfellowaholic
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