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I hate this poem now, but it meant something when I wrote it...
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The doctor's will sit inside of
The glass walls. With wooden
Tables and hidden secrets, they
Hold their selves from knowing more
Than paid wages..
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Where we stand might as well be alien territory it just doesn't feel right but we're here anyway, f*****g the crazy out of the world and passing on be..
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I sensed the taste of suicide from your
breath
As you began to retreat into your
dearest leaf.
You were too happy to be alive,
Too numb to unders..
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Rape my mind once more
Here in the forest,
For tomorrow they will come
And take us back to the city.
Until then...
I refuse to believe
The t..
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Tobacco twisted reveries
Befriend that of the isolated night,
And with the stained taste
Charring the shadows abound
We dance round and round and ..
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Somewhere, somehow, something, someone,Isn't telling the truth.Unraveling certain words on the page from the palate of the tongueDoesn't get us closer..
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Where's the poetry filled with adventure?The kind that cries lust and screams pain.The kind that tears open the skies and let's the demons downSo we c..
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Always played for stars, Hearts, every thing that listened. And when they didn't mind what you were They didn't feel the way the world swore And that'..
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the tragedy of life
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