224A Poem by gomomokogradually, as time shifts, so does my heart. in a perpetual state of nausea, we are forced to become a marching, faithful band of brothers? of enemies. hark!, where did my peers go? they scattered at the sound of the sirens and the sight of the rotten food that feeds their bellies. tap, tapping fingers on a meaningless plastic key. just as useful as a scribbling on a paper. go now from here where you can find yourself in the same position you were hoping to escape.
© 2012 gomomokoAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorgomomokoAbout20 years on this Earth and still haven't learned a damned thing. I suppose my writing reflects common thoughts one would have at this age, but that's not to say those thoughts should be dismissed. .. more..Writing
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