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by echo uniform gulf echo november echo   May 22, 2012


Fuzzy brain take my pain
Your light dries the rain
Never to know all the slain
They have nothing to gain

Where did I go with that
Close to a heart attack
Not willing to look back
Please cut me some slack

Words lost in my mind
Cluttered every time
So hard to find
So here I go blind

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  • 11 years ago

    by Kate

    This has a PTSD feel to it. The "slain" part makes it seem like that... many innocent people murdered for no particular reason. It is a mess really. And then when they have nothing to gain, it fits really well.

    And then the ending stanza. Everything is in a jumble and messy and confused and it's like a PTSD attack. Nice.

    I like the flow. And the rhyme.

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