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Un-seen; All-felt
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Un-seen; All-felt |
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kari Member
since 1999-10-03
Posts 104Hyde Park, Ut, USA |
Tattered physical appearance Countless is thsoe who can't relish Emotional blows to the head Triggered by the few words said Unceasing times Of Trial and error Captured up too high Consulation burns in the sky I wake up Lye for hours Exhausted from the feeling Of lonliness You might say this is poetry Maybe it's trash Trash like me Constant voices reminding me Whispering well-known phrases That prick more each time Few days are filled with hope But enough to keep you at least.. Standing What is this gift of agony, which I behold? Help me put it into play I need to talk to a soul Identical to mine Please allow this sunkenness To go away It's getting too hard To Bare Un-seen; All-felt |
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