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I never do finish my poems
Oh please, white rabbit, white rabbit may I follow you?
Through the tunnel, to some where new.
I know curiosity killed the cat, but your ears are far too long,
And your steps are jagged, like my sentences beyond,
My vocabulary and expressions into the latest recession,
Of my deepest progression of decaying depression.
Through the tunnel, to some where new.
I know curiosity killed the cat, but your ears are far too long,
And your steps are jagged, like my sentences beyond,
My vocabulary and expressions into the latest recession,
Of my deepest progression of decaying depression.
Published 5th Feb 2013
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5th Feb 2013 11:20am
5th Feb 2013 12:23pm
very nice. I love twisty poetry. Glad to have you here. Welcome to the dark side.
