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Apr 2013
...I speak to myself
whenever the stars forget to
twinkle
I say things that may
not make sense but
dealing with confusion when
everything swirls in different
shades of loose ends
one has to admit that
serenity
is based on the existence of
madness
Perhaps, we've been denying it
long enough and it hurts
to be reminded of the truth
Instead
we desperately define the lines that
separate the illusions and
carry the burden of
the litany of defiance and
walk the common grounds
barefooted...
Mek
04.13.13
Mek and the Infinite Madness
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