The Fifty-Ninth Minute

     Don’t jump oh Lord,

Do not ponder expectations of living here,

Give yourself some room to manoeuvre

And sway instead the rhythm of life

As blues take an arbitrary hold,

For we are old and tired,

And sick of living lies.

     All our collective tears,

All our raging hysterics flowing

Salt, water, emotion,

Are not apparen...

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