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Feb 2014
It's the ticking, the itch of the digging
Down to reality
Out of this abyss, and
Into transcendenence
Where its
Only lonely nowhere, solely because
A soul needs no reason when cleansed with supreme divinity.
It sickens me to know or feel
That unreal matter, material made illusion
To lose myself in.
See, I've been
Sick of the convoluted oxymoron phenomenon
For so long that it's just wrong not
To shake up a change, and
Turn this worn page
To a new day
Where although the skies may be gray-
I got faith there's rays of sunshine
Through all of this world's *******.
See I spit it like it is
Cause this taste on my tongue
Was once numb, and raw with some
Ignorant attempt at self expression.
Bitter with rage and self hate and rebellion.
Now I dwell in the flavors of nectar I savor
With one word.
One name.
Freedom and love don't cost a thang.
And ya see, it's really all the same to me,
As long as I'm free and in love.
Written July 6th, 2011
Sade LK
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Sade LK  27/F/Salt Lake City
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