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All  Grown up

Flimsy dust,
Penetrates my horizon,
Floats across
My thinking,
Lost days,
Of nothingness
Acceptance,
Dilutes,
Internal dreams
Summer is gone
Everything turns
To squelchy muck
Of pointless wisdom
Delusional freedom
Enslavement,
Pay your
Fuckng bills
Empty pocket,
Glory,
Shackled to modernity,
I hate it.
Written by staggerlee (Paul Martin)
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