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Kylie Brusaschi
it falls dull and hard
the reality of living and what it really means
nothing but an exchange of gestures
strong and passive
an exchange of ideas
loaded with past tragedies
and still it lingers
ever present
a dull ache
oh the silent noun
till death take us all
love remains a bubbling concept
a non real idea
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Kylie Brusaschi
life
what is it
a series of movements
words and gestures
a good job
a partner
a dog or a cat
a garden
money in your wallet
a hole in your heart
sickness and death
bills and rent
broken things that need fixing
broken people that need mending
I don’t get it
I walk too fast
trip over things
break things
say the wrong words
make the wrong gestures
I’am not fit for the living
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Kylie Brusaschi
i lay with you
this love is mourning
crystal darkness
a mystic trance
i was full of love and lust and hope
but now its all been cracked wide open
and i see the bloody mess that is my life
my lie
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Kylie Brusaschi
the sadness washes over me
warm with the promise of death
of a beautiful breathless escape into dawn
the valley
the hills
and the nature of things
the people stand like giants
blocking my view
my stretch towards truth
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