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Buried Alive
unstable as I seem
endlessly careen
off walls of society
mulling self-imposed quarrentine
protoplasm flawed
ride revolving door
cant even storm
in Amsterdam no more
not nightmare, nor dream
eternal ambiguity
lost faith in delivery
of healing prophecies
I collide
with conventions implied
perceptions forcibly objectified
through decisions poorly decided
impotently deny
momentum intensified
I resist, I fight
yet helplessly slide
improperly allied
petitions denied
left far behind
by demand, supply
Published 23rd Nov 2012
| Edited 30th Nov 2012
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23rd Nov 2012 2:27pm
23rd Nov 2012 2:28pm
23rd Nov 2012 2:38pm
It ain't over 'til it's over, Friend....we went through it all to learn how to talk about it....
6th Dec 2012 3:38am
Anonymous
23rd Nov 2012 2:57pm
I'm melting...you're killing me drivel.
Strider :)
Strider :)
6th Dec 2012 3:38am
23rd Nov 2012 4:28pm
Not a bad use of vocabulary, I'm not into sing song stuff too much myself.
23rd Nov 2012 5:52pm
24th Nov 2012 6:34pm
24th Nov 2012 7:13pm
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10th Jun 2013 11:01am
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