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Bush


My vision is obscured, obscured by the bush

I cannot see clearly my goals

I know I have wants, I'm chasing that rush

It's dragging me right to the knolls

 

I arrive on location, tired and dragging

To see they have only the light

 

I turn a one eighty

These people seem shady

 

Take me home to my Bush.

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Brakepoems
<p>First try!</p>

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