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Sep 2016
Eyes of fire
Sitting on a throne
Would you give me a heart to own?
Alone in a temple darkness seeds
The trees I cut down bleed their sap
Caught in the tragedy of existence
The curtain of the unknowing certain
I need a map
But the chaos of chemicals I can't control
Form my body, enslave my soul
For every negative thought I d fashion
10 for the good of me and my friends
But I can't play pretend the child I once was
Because fear is the adult he always was.
Alienpoet
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   Mydriasis Aletheia
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