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Winded rage
Foretold that as the winds rage morrow chased
memory shavings long into a field of ordinary
sadness as I gather the merits upon a mantle sold to
a fairy tale for the winds whistles through the holes
I punched using my tongue to grant that I swayed above the rage
As the center of a premier waste yet the fields cover in
clover coked the charades of untamed thoughts where I settle
to forget to remember there that as i may not blossom
into a riser I may shave with dull razor blades using concrete mirrors in the dark
So on that I lay down in a field of change ,foretold that the winds will carry me
for the rage has seen me calm
memory shavings long into a field of ordinary
sadness as I gather the merits upon a mantle sold to
a fairy tale for the winds whistles through the holes
I punched using my tongue to grant that I swayed above the rage
As the center of a premier waste yet the fields cover in
clover coked the charades of untamed thoughts where I settle
to forget to remember there that as i may not blossom
into a riser I may shave with dull razor blades using concrete mirrors in the dark
So on that I lay down in a field of change ,foretold that the winds will carry me
for the rage has seen me calm
Published 5th Mar 2014
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