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I cage in God. With glorious bars Too small for his fingers He releases his singers Plucking chords made of nerves Swelling with each note served Undefined voices will swirl With planetic like twirls Filling my senses with increasingly Distrusting incentives.
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Oct 4, 2011
Oct 4, 2011 at 8:23 PM UTC
In My Mind.
I cage in God. With glorious bars Too small for his fingers He releases his singers Plucking chords made of nerves Swelling with each note served Undefined voices will swirl With planetic like twirls Filling my senses with increasingly Distrusting incentives.
hayley-neininger
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hayley-neininger
American
Oct 4, 2011
Oct 4, 2011 at 8:23 PM UTC
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