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Nov 2013
I.
in every sense of the word
the naked body is pure
and the mind is the biggest impurity
next to blood.

II.
do you welcome death
just as much
as you welcome fridays?

III.
sun shines the brightest
when the sun is not seen;
it's called the moon.

IV.
if i could work colours
like you can... changing them into words,
i might actually be a good poet.

V.
But if silence was a friend,
i wouldn't be alone anymore.

VI.
i want to lose my voice.
brain dead and envious.
mads
Written by
mads  Melbourne
(Melbourne)   
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