Found these the other day whilst cleaning...enjoy.
"Child"
Child
breaths onto the baren walls
chilling and dusty
broken guitar
sings sweetly in the hush of the crowd
you feel abandon
alone
tap a familiar shoulder
grab a willing hand
walk the chilling hall
together
brave the closet monsters
with no fear and to much compasion
"squeezing hands"
The only drug I could provide
Hands twisted
A gesture to keep you on a certain high
Fingers entwined
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