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Apr 2012
Negative space of propulsion
Revolving around treachery,
Deceit and lack of interest.

When whales could fly
We knew there was something
Other then the fear of it all

Responses reveal life
Birth interests
Enlightens one's Will to Live

Naked Spring petals
Spreading poker cards
Nicotine plumes float through the air

When lover's quarrel
There is always the thought
Of escaping out for another pair

Why is it that time takes no prisoners?
To be cast out in chains on a stage
That burns underneath, the heat unhinged?

There is a relentlessness in life
That is perfect as a road sign
Unforgiving as the God's themselves
Yet appreciative as a young new mother

The arrows have been tampered with
My compass has been smashed
Discount stores are burning down
All their prices have been slashed

Where else is there to stay?
All the hotels are booked up
Every bowl is ***** along with the cups
And I can't open my eyes to see the way
Written by
Mitchell
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