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 Jun 2015 OVC
Kelley A Vinal
I fell
I slept
And wished
Upon an astral projection
My state was not that of lucidity
But rather, it was that of harmony
Connectivity
Intertwining with the weaves and sinews and basket-like patterns
That are the universe
Our minds
Forming a collective soul
A collective consciousness
One
Everyone seeing the same projection
In completely different realities
I fell
I slept
I saw
One
It looks like them ******* got away with it
and we're being left to pay for it,
not one of them
has served a day for it.

That's a helluva club to be in.

If sin is not sin it seems
the greedy ******* win and
we get a dollar a day.

That's a helluva club to be in.

The cranks have taken your home
and the Devil and banks look
after their own.

It's a helluva turn up when
the crook in the city has
control of the kitty.

In the ghettos, they forced on us
the gloves are off.
 Jun 2015 OVC
Cristian
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 Jun 2015 OVC
Cristian
honestly i tried making this into a poem,
i really did

i'm running out of artistic ways to tell the world,
that i loved you

cause i keep writing poems about
the touch i've forgotten
the voice that's gone distant
the eyes that lost color

and i can't keep doing this to myself,
this is my last time saying it..
i love you...
i did.
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