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Polar
Polar
Threads dangle dangerously from our sleeves,
around our hearts they weave - delicate veins
exposed for all to see: a love-note to enemies
“Unravel me”, the world’s subconscious plea
So afraid, so in love with the ring in our heads
No need for caller I.D. - the caller is uncertainty
an alias of chance; who with words blurs the line
Between picking up and being put down
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I can't even remember how old this piece is, at least a year and a half I would say. Despite looking like a poem, my intent is for this to be sung so it is infact a lyric.
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We once had blue eyes, probing the skies
Now they are blackened from this modern life
All privatized, industrialized - a failure
Offensive and sore to the eye
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