Jamp
Ation
sounds like an inviation
burning with elation left unsigned
no sign, path, yard or station
no minless recreation to unwind
though she gives no direction but only asks protection from herself
Her love sprung from afection turns into blind aggression No telegram no message home
no body speaks no one to phone
her path is the other past unknown
but when its light shes gone
my expiring subscription
to her dated amunition comes to mind
you reflex my condition
a hopeless disposition of our time
no progressive action, no other used contraption
tell me why
A senseable conection
releaves me from perfection
No telegram no message home
no body speaks no one to phone
her path is the other past unknown
but when its light shes gone
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