To help with your past
I still claim the last
bit of sanity shot from your rainbow.
Now it’s never too late
to confirm or conflate
my forwarding thoughts that I lay. Though…

…throughout my insanity
how can you handle
the mind numbing juxtaposition?
You ruin the alchemy.
Words that were spoke to me
finally sort out permission…

…to manage my destiny.
Here, right in front of me
layed out like sand blinded soldiers.
A rage vented grievously
to sit in between us
we wait far too long to get older.

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Adam Adamson still is an awesome shag... Well he is. Honest. But whatever, he has always loved to write, even before he could write. Its been a passion of his since he realised that others would read his stuff and get a little emotional. That gripped him really. Was it good or was it crap? Anyhoo! Enjoy reading what i’ve scribbled and who knows… one day it might make sense.

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