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A Sticky Poem

This synchronicity is fantastic. Simplistic meanings of a mystical, spiritual force swarming around in your mind, quite spontaneously and spastic. I'm not one for only logistics.

 

Sickly drawn to only scientific facts, while you are spiritually void of anything greater, than your materialistic, non-classical fashions and plastics.

 

Ticking away your time-clock of tomorrow, drastic changes are being made to suit your every all-knowing, systematic antics.

Shamanistic views are destroying egotistical spews.

This sticky poem may sound gnostical, but I hope it sticks to you.

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david-ayres
Irish
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Jul 1, 2013
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