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Jun 2010
Topsy, turvy,
∩dsıpǝ poʍu
as if no
gravity abounds
∩dsıpǝ poʍu
within my mind
sobriety now
hard to find

Vitae rushes
pounding sounds
with head hung low
‘bout ∩dsıpǝ poʍu
Distortion’s clever!
I’ve had enough!
∩dsıpǝ poʍu,s now
right side up...
© 2009 By ♪Po3ticMi$tr3$$♫
Written by
Shadow Rai
647
   Rickie Louis
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