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We're

There's a whole lot to be said

of 4 a.m.

and the men it's tortured.

 

Same goes for clocks two

and all those dead

amongst the barns red,

 

Recently painted,

in fact still wet,

 

Violently the say

was the spray

of artistic revolution,

 

But the shoe never fit

this little slit

we  narcissistically created.

 

So we Jew

them out of heaven

subjectively created.

 

Jaded fire stares at...

skin

like a white wall

 

Too begin

-

The fall

 

Stated hatred

is hypocrisies

living breath.

 

Inflated by

dated school of thought

uneducated, wrought with..

 

Complicated.

 

 

Or Basic.

    

 

We're......

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Written by
nicholas-rew
American
Published
Dec 22, 2012
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