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LOST IN A WHIM The kiln fiered ceiling air hung in its splendour Eloping with rebellious nightmares I slid into the boxed blue wheels Radiating the aura Of a vice grip grasped by another I laughed in the abyss where dreams were lost Narcotic fuelled The meandering gray roads lay before us Little did we know What lay ahead in our frenzied future fight As if Artyon Senna A nano-second The click of the fingers Nightmares begun One dead in shadows of reality Shunted by the lorry of consequences Crossroads before me Which way to go Metamorphosis Suffocated in the cold light of day Perpetual prison I was only 15 I was only 15
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Jun 11, 2020
Jun 11, 2020 at 10:09 AM UTC
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LOST IN A WHIM The kiln fiered ceiling air hung in its splendour Eloping with rebellious nightmares I slid into the boxed blue wheels Radiating the aura Of a vice grip grasped by another I laughed in the abyss where dreams were lost Narcotic fuelled The meandering gray roads lay before us Little did we know What lay ahead in our frenzied future fight As if Artyon Senna A nano-second The click of the fingers Nightmares begun One dead in shadows of reality Shunted by the lorry of consequences Crossroads before me Which way to go Metamorphosis Suffocated in the cold light of day Perpetual prison I was only 15 I was only 15
This is about a car accident I was in when I was 15
#life#dark#death#change#choices#impact
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steven-boston
Jun 11, 2020
Jun 11, 2020 at 10:09 AM UTC
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