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Mar 2013
...We brand ourselves with
something that we are not
Pretending to be kites
riding the wind
with the air in our heads
Disoriented, we
rely on vertigo to endure the
ups and downs and thought
that we are
masters of the sky
So we seek and want
that is
we cannot have
But we are tied...
To the ground
we are
tied
and we have become
confused of
who we really
are...
Mek
01.24.13
Mek and the Infinite Madness
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Mek and the Infinite Madness  Under my bed...
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