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Art and madness sometimes have a very thin line.
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A metaphoric poem about society.
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NOBODY!
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I don't know...
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We're Savages.
Only difference is,
Our tribal mask.
We howl to show our strength,
We growl at our adversaries.
We're Warriors.
After getting s..
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Black and white,
Shades of gray.
Every now and then, there's a flicker.
An image of you,
A trapped memory,
Just a w***e for attention.
I'd ..
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Minus the sexy part. It's metaphoric.
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Your love is like the moon,
Glorious light in the darkness.
A safety in an unsure world,
Where everything else is an unanswered question.
You are:..
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Dear Earth,
I feel out of place, this is not where I belong.
The dictations have such an annoying tone.
Skin and bones,
Turn to ash...
But not wh..
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You got a dream? Well, I got a lovely cleaver,
Silly children, you'll get nowhere being make-believers.
Follow in the footsteps of the great deceive..
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