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Oct 2016
If it weren't for my free thought not hindered
by the leashed ignorance of others who try to
pedal their imaginary friend looking over them.
I'm not in need of your retribution here say.

I would be lumbered to that lamppost of never
feeling like I could howl my voice to the wind not
worried if I offended this whisper in the breeze.
But you all scorn that my thoughts are free

Why do you have descent for me, I don't have to  
really worry about your fears as there beyond my
reflection as I don't believe in any of your imaginational
pretences. I linger within the  freedom of knowledge.

I am the fear of those that cling to that which in the realms
of reality would be classed as delusional, many have ended
in the houses of madness for less. What these infections
on the mind have spread in different on verse.

If it weren't for my knowledge that we suffer in
ignorance of truth, they rebirth over and over again
once were departed were nothing but worm food, dust.
Do you believe in the tooth fairy? No you grew up.
Poetic T
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     Poetic T, Pamela Rae, --- and Bianca Reyes
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