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Mar 2013
...We are
throwing stones at the bush
hoping it would
burn
Hoping
for a miracle in the flesh
And we cry in despair and
we get angry
and we get
tired
but restless
So we drop on our knees
to worship the dirt
feeding on madness
...Mirrors to shatter
so as bridges to burn
so we can blame
and dream and
escape
and act like
fools...
Mek
12.26.12
Mek and the Infinite Madness
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