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Inhalation,
pure elation.
Don't undervalue meditation.
Vacation from the medication
and numbness of reality.
Troubles double when you fumble
wit..
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Where are the answers for which I crave?
All nestled snuggly in a freshly dug grave.
For whom & for what does this foul heart beat?
Smashed..
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Ican see them starving,
hear them crying,
watch them dying.
I can say I'm thankful,
that I'm lucky,
but I'm lying.
I can hear them singing,
..
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Perception is the illusion of an over-worked brain
Poor brain, really
When you think about how hard it works
Every day
So often being wrong,
Over..
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Between Satin and Suede lay two lost renegades
Responding to instincts older than man
Searching for pleasure in a passionate endeavor
Grasping onto..
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I was given a random photograph & told to make it into a story. This is the result.
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I know what I don’t want to be
I’m not afraid to die alone
I won’t forget my way back home
And everything I love is free
I f..
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a memoir
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Karma says he’ll somehow get you
For every little prank you pull
Karma says he’s watching, waiting
To knock you down a peg or two
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Home, for me, is tucked
Deep inside a chain of soft rolling hills.
The people here call them mountains,
But these people know little else
And re..
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