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Oct 2015
My thoughts became a ball
bouncing over preordained dialog
shuffling from end to end
leaving footprints condemned
A scattershot of expression
pointed at the back of my skull
For the sentences I spoke
fell from my mouth
like a rabid dog dripped foam
and within beat the heart
of a creative man's dying soul
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what a waste
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