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Apr 2011
A list of the world at large:

Too many road signs pointing to places to inhabited
Faces that contort when one mentions life
A thousand sprinkles atop rotted cupcakes
Contradictions that don't strike right
A crowd rioting in the form of heart
A crowd talking in the shape of a human heart
Raspberry heartbreak with regret on the side
A worn old man marrying a worn young woman
Two people walking in opposite directions
Two lovers facing opposite walls as they sleep
Action that lays dead, shot, ****** in the middle of the street
Terror running amok in the minds of America's young
Paths dirtied with fibs shows there world there really is
No place to run or go or hide from the chaos
A capital F when one stubs their toe, whispering "****"
Alphabet soup with no Z
Apricot ice cream **** in golfball sized hailstorm
Remembrances of moments that are nothing but images
Retyping letters to people that may already be dead
Writing out loud while whistling in my head
Cats that purr long and rough and tumble onto my sheets
Whisper meats that mean nothing after it is over
An obsession with a mystery that holds no name
White clear plastic that burns when you put it to flame
Wondering what the date will be
When there is no more game
In play
Written by
Mitchell
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