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The Alone Industry

Michael Marchese

By Michael Brandon MarchesePublished 3 years ago 1 min read
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Not saying I like it

Just how that it works

The deletist type brightest

In caverns we lurks

And we hungers

And wonders

Why these rolling thunders

Still storm through the deserts

And homes torn asunder

The poorest pulled under

The war is swept under

The covers

The monsters and terrors are out there

Two lovers

Come back here to make a new start

Some new art

Then the silence between them

Just rips it apart

Like Cupid is cute but he’s stupid

The truth

Is the fear

That your heart doesn’t really or actually break

But some dreamer just takes it and makes it awake

Like you finally care about

Some other thought

You’re no longer concerned with

The ones you were taught

In the eyes turned to stone

By the furies they wrought

Upon ignorance

All the injustice perceived

In a world lost together

In us we’d believe

That it’s all meant to be

There was you, there was me

And from there it was frozen

And stranded at sea

For there’s always the one

That you just want to lie with

Always the one that you still want to try with

Always the one that you just want to cry with

Always the one that you just want to fly with

Always that one you can’t stop the goodbyes with

Never another you ever will DIE WITH

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