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From a-far im sure i made an innocent sight,
Teenage boy walking down the river side,
Head bowed to others breif stares,
Alone to his own extravaga..
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If i were a better artist,
And if i could paint better,
Than my blatant lies ofimpressionism,
Then i would paint a picture, that's more than a thou..
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An old and slightly battered car rattled its way up the gravel drive,
Winding in and out of the dark pine trees,
Close enough to brush past the resi..
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In a new age of gleaming white and chrome,
Amongst the universal beauty of a classic Ipod,
Squats the silent rain dashed, slate-grey hulk,
Seemingl..
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It's quiet out here, Alone under the stars,
Maybe a slight,
Whisper,
from the sea,
Or a quiet,
Creak,
of the sail,
So you cup your hands over..
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Have you ever sat slumped against a wall,
Your view fixed upon the distant sea,
But your tear filled irises see nothing,
A lead weight boring away ..
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Now is the autumn of our depression,
Made glorious spring by the new buds of sadness,
And the grey veil that hung upon our house,
Is swathed once m..
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Shall we not all raise our palms in a mutual circle,
Gaze through in passive and un-moved view,
At the poor fallen beggar boy in the pasted gutter,
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Wayward thoughts, curl around my mind in treachery,
Smothering the last unconscious thoughts that remain,
In a growing narcotic blossom, they hang a..
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Inside a now empty chamber of my mind,
Hollow laughter you will verily find,
Vibrating off the once gleaming stone,
Resonating through to the bleac..
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