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The Unknown
The Unknown
is known to pinch...
You question,
your natural ways flinch.
Every inch
of your understanding revealed.
Yet undescriptive
of how you feel.
Still, not apocalyptic,
but still hurt
no reason realistic.
Is it to trick?
Forcefully pick?
To make me know doubt?
Or make me feel thick?
So frown the unknown,
my thoughts are thrown.
Still, a lesson can be collected
I can say that ive grown.
is known to pinch...
You question,
your natural ways flinch.
Every inch
of your understanding revealed.
Yet undescriptive
of how you feel.
Still, not apocalyptic,
but still hurt
no reason realistic.
Is it to trick?
Forcefully pick?
To make me know doubt?
Or make me feel thick?
So frown the unknown,
my thoughts are thrown.
Still, a lesson can be collected
I can say that ive grown.
Published 15th Jun 2010
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