Lexy Sogl

Her hands
purely stone
Tampered with
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Life’s web is spun
Yet once again

Going different ways
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The only one
Who sees right through
The fake grin
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When I was a child

Money
Was amusing paper
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Walking down Tottenham court road
drinking a pint of cold milk
eating fresh wild strawberries
skipping merrily
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He alleged
To be awestruck
with the colors of sand
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To die for your love
Seems bland
Unlike me
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Every Thursday afternoon
Spent
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Sit Beside Me

Hear the raindrops
Penetrate the ears of trees
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There is a vast empire
where

mats of woven light
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I’m supposed to be the strong one
I’m supposed to be evidence
That there is always an alternative
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So tired
From the weight of the world

So scared
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I ask myself
Why
Why you?
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That vital night
When you noticed that black dress

My meaning got through
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Reading that newspaper
oblivious to my luck
Tears fell on my shoulder
As I looked up
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She lay in the water
Wondering
whether to take the pierce
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Disconnected from the world
Unable to see it’s vibrant colors
To taste the exotic
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Walking down the aisle
unflawed
As far as the eye could tell
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She’s better
In every way
Of that your right
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The wind is his fingers
When they run through my hair
massaging my scalp
taking the scrap of sanity
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