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Seven hours passed as she danced With a fervor That didn't last There were fire works which popped Due to an inspiration in art Which was bound to stop We are ****** We can't duck Our time here ain't much Look at these stars which twinkle with illusion Of money, claps, an ego in fusion Oh the illusion Fast, slow, type and low This voice and that voice Just another invoice Too many red letters Sent to one another Which were a return to sender Help this time? Just another speedy Rewind We do not need help We have it all here In nature we only fear To wait To wait To wait For what? That big break? That political debate? That juicy steak? Satisfy a saturated empty soul Thousands dead in endless holes There are dice needed to roll Enter Leave Re-enter You've got The disease
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Apr 24, 2011
Apr 24, 2011 at 8:09 PM UTC
Seven Hours Have Passed
Seven hours passed as she danced With a fervor That didn't last There were fire works which popped Due to an inspiration in art Which was bound to stop We are ****** We can't duck Our time here ain't much Look at these stars which twinkle with illusion Of money, claps, an ego in fusion Oh the illusion Fast, slow, type and low This voice and that voice Just another invoice Too many red letters Sent to one another Which were a return to sender Help this time? Just another speedy Rewind We do not need help We have it all here In nature we only fear To wait To wait To wait For what? That big break? That political debate? That juicy steak? Satisfy a saturated empty soul Thousands dead in endless holes There are dice needed to roll Enter Leave Re-enter You've got The disease
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ashby-brown
Apr 24, 2011
Apr 24, 2011 at 8:09 PM UTC
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