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The rush Coursing through precise veins Person turned personification Slave to your own chains The push Over the edge of our personal cage Don't look down on me Unable to change locked on stage Hormones, emotions Ecstatic pleasure, boiling rage My own whips My own pains Reflection of the ugly Pushed forth on the style I scratch into existence My poem, my self, both primitive Art and I kept at subsistent distance
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May 19, 2015
May 19, 2015 at 5:05 PM UTC
Primitive
The rush Coursing through precise veins Person turned personification Slave to your own chains The push Over the edge of our personal cage Don't look down on me Unable to change locked on stage Hormones, emotions Ecstatic pleasure, boiling rage My own whips My own pains Reflection of the ugly Pushed forth on the style I scratch into existence My poem, my self, both primitive Art and I kept at subsistent distance
#self#ugly#primitive
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joseph-d
NY
May 19, 2015
May 19, 2015 at 5:05 PM UTC
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