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Compulsive Behaviour is weighing me down
Shake free from drowning chains

I have no obsessions to relinquish
Just the fact I can’t possess

Free from compulsion for as long as there is a sky

Autumn shades spoke to him of home
But sometimes his house is in flames

Morning warmth too safe to abandon
The world of the uncommitted a realm beyond compare
Abandon convention with the socks on the floor
The rocks of a bedside oblivion

I’m sick and tired of my own voice
Poring over words
I’d rather pour some wine

©John de Gruyther 2013

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