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Jul 2012
Tightly embraced in fates lace

laying to waste in contradictory haste

em-placed

in dreams

to baste

in boiling blood

wiping my face of the disgrace im placed

ignoring the taste while i hiss at an accelerated pace

exhilarated but displaced

manipulated minds traced

blank stares and premeditated glares

im spaced.
Michael W Noland
Written by
Michael W Noland  Seattle
(Seattle)   
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