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Kittieme
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Bruised Thoughts

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Deep within the amber grain
I lie flat on the cold terrain
My back is a firm, wooden board
Supporting the troubles I hoard and hoard

And right under those swaying plants
I conjure up fights and rants
My mind shouts what I can never say
My fists punch the pain away

The sap-like tears stick to my face
A bold sign of sheer disgrace
The anger - it boils within my soul
The heat's an ever-burning coal
This shattered cup was filled too full
Our waging war has taken its toll

I rip the stalks of all the wheat
I'll never take bitter defeat
Though I wish this grain was really you
I'll rip these stalks like you tore me in two

Deep within the amber grain
I'm crumpled on the cold terrain
I shiver and I shake with fear
That my cries and hurts you will hear

The memories of what you did
Uncan the fury and pop off the lid
All that you did - all that you do
Cause me to turn black and blue

But I really can't give up this fight
I'll just toss the stalks that I've caused blight
I?ll stand on my quivering feet
I'll exit this field without defeat
I've met the beast I never again want to meet
And without you I'll be forever complete

 

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