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"RockBottom"
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South Side Of Love RockBottom
He peeks through
powdered curtains
sprinkled in dust
fairies left behind in haste,
to discover futures
he will never know.
Imagine snow without
a blanket of white dreams
or rain
without
the morning after dew,
there you will find him
cuddled inside the cold
of lonely
soaked in dry leaves
of sunshine,
without the light of day
casting shadows
to lead him past the regret.
On the inside,
outside
looking in,
dirty panes shielding
filthy lies
he told himself long ago,
that love was a mountain,
he was a climber.
Imagine a man
who leaves his boots
behind powdered curtains
where he got his feet wet
the night before
in dry snow
Now imagine him trying to climb that mountain...
