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writing poetry....
deep rooted pain; dissatisfaction with an appetite to maintain; waves that ripple in the brain; a temporary ounce of peace to gain;
a summer or spring between us aren't viewed the same; exterior things temporarely quiets a disturbed brain; what am I really saying;
I'd love an actual end to take place;
life as one knows it disguises a true face; writing stems from a space, of fallen grace....
I think poetry; I think bare feet, and worn clothes; I think the world's weight and its toll; I think sanctuary from the unforgiven cold;
a "bird" could be shot out of the sky; a "lion" could lose its pride; drive to "rise and grind" could die over time; bruised, bitten, beaten yet breathing some form of life....
contemplation, and sleepless nights,
temptation and grief that bites till nerves aren't right;
the pen like coal that runs the train of thought where ones' soul is "stationed" in this matrix called life....
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