Writings by Thomas Radwick. Mostly poetry and lyrics. t_radwick@yahoo.com

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Can’t conceive it
Can’t conceive it at all

Can’t believe it
Can’t believe it would fall
Not at all

We know it’s rotten and we’re
Throwing the whole lot away
Right away

Stars are gleaming
We can see them tonight

Like a blind man
Finding diamonds in his eyes
A big surprise

It’s awful humbling when you
Know you stumbled onto this
And almost missed

(Wasting days gazing through a crooked maze
And through the haze came a simple spoken phrase
And it said You’re not dead
So you’d better go ahead
)

With such a hunger
Rumbling under the floor

It makes you wonder
What we were under before
That’s for sure

We started knocking and they
Started unlocking the doors
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Started unlocking the doors
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Crack in the Ceiling

Poetry by Thomas Radwick

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