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St. John's Wood

Start with an idea and go from there.

Just let it flow,

like Titan strikes back at the dawn.

Always remember that the worst a person can be,

is when they are by themselves.

Sometimes,

staring at the sky,

nostalgia forgives me.

I would like to think that I am a good person.

Momma says never lie.

A lie will lie to the liar.

A thief will steal from a thief.

Once I saw Jack the Ripper,

asking for a favor.

"Come with me", he said.

So, I did.

Clocks ticking and tocking,

rocking to the rhythm of times to come.

I remember a time when happiness was a memory.

Please,

oh please,

travel the World and see the people,

not the sites.

Okay,

maybe see the sites.

I once saw The Fog,

moving swiftly across the pond.

Engulfing everything in his path.

Why is The Fog masculine?

I don't think he even knows the answer.

Yesterday,

there was an article describing the state of the World.

It has since been taken down.

Fitting really,

the World will end with a click of the mouse,

destroyed by the comment section.

Walking down the stairs into The Underground,

figuring out all of life's questions.

All aboard.

Do you realize?

I watched the sky fall.

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Published
Mar 18, 2016
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