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Jul 2010
I'm putting you on blast, this last act won't go by in a flash,
these words will burn long til your reputation is ash.
So let me explain in simple yet elegant vain phrases
you're an enigma of emotions an endless labyrinth of mazes.
That was no compliment just an observation
Good thing I noticed for it gave me my salvation.
This great escape from what you claim is reality
This misconstrued fantasy nearly killed me.
Can't you see that what you want to be isn't there
Life unfair, but that doesn't make you anymore rare.
You called me clingy, yet you clung to missing and loving someone you barely knew
Truth is that you're as stable as string in a breeze, losing your form when the wind blew.
Now before you retort with "you know who you are" I know who I am
Do you know your reflection? the changing faces when your hope gets slammed.
These aren't the actions of a desperate man, for I'm calm and chilled
I'm merely warning the masses that you're around, an empty shell that can't be filled.
So a word to the wise, keep you eyes open and heads high
Be quick and be sly, the limits the sky, but the ground will be home if you tizzle with shy.
Richard Allen Pogue
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Richard Allen Pogue  In the atmosphere
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