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It’s the lie that they fed me The lie that I’ve swallowed whole And it’s not worth it With this pain making canyons of my soul It’s the sweetest strawberry wine That slithers down my throat The Eastern wave thrashing and crashing And beating my boat It’s the bedtime stories of hazy white nights While tripping off shrooms That finally led me to these pleasantly padded rooms It’s the pretty white angels with outspread wings The chains that bind me to my Deepest darkest purplish dreams The circus tigers roar Rippling through my brain And the summer night you held me While dancing in the rain It’s the shattering of walls by that one shotgun shell And it’s the wind that sleepishly blows Nightmares straight from hell It’s my life of wishes, and stories told, untrue It’s these memories of my life I’ve shared onto you **Lindsay Quist is a Quad City native, full time college student, and all around bad ass writer. :-)
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