Thomas Taylor Poems

Its too loud,
Too bright,
Theres too many people,
doing too many things,
...

You what?
Ha Ha Ha
Oh, your serious...
But...
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You think your smart dont you?
Up there scowling down at them all.
All the 'Fake ones'
The 'Superficial ones'
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She walks.
She walks to me.
She's smiling.
Why?
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Your dying!
I'm dying!
We're all dying!
You, me, the people on tv.
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Ahhh my friend.
My dearest companion.
Come, sit with me.
Let us share a bottle of wine.
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You cant.
Dont worry.
Most people cant.
Especially your kind.
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For sale!
For sale!
One heart.
Beaten, battered, and broken
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She was there
In all her beauty
That fair haired woman
Singing in her soft voice
...

Oh.
Your awake.
I was just......
um.....going for a smoke...
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