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I feel a little too feverish
Like someone should bring me a blend of roses
Or a cream-filled cone to cool me
Like I need a thousand smiles
Wrapped in one box package
Or a million kisses in a small glass
I want wine but just a drop.
I feel intoxicated, like a beer-soaked sponge.
A little too drunk to keep my head at still.
A little too frenzied,
Like I want to dance
I am in a trance
Staring deep into nothingness
Looking hard at a road unending
I feel like I need a tap,
From a cold gentle hand.
So I sit at one-twenty listening to my own music
A tune that upsets my nerve cords
Like a drum beat about by delinquents
And an enslaved soul at the corner of a cage
I have a small light to hold on to
A love once dead but pure in spirit
Begging me to hold my gaze on it
Like a straw I direly need before I drown
I feel a storm tossing me up and down
But I still take not the hand that reaches out
And senseless, I throw myself in
Drowning in my shame and wild thoughts
It’s here that the fisher casts His net.
And all my fears filter free
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