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Oct 2010
Words spill out from burning lips
Dropping flat on the ground
Away from reaching finger tips
A puddle of words leaking around
Streaming in to the river of conversation
Were it is conformed and perverted
This place sure has imagination
Your words used against you
All for one and none for all
The whole place is a ****** zoo
Everyone takes a fall
Your words need an absolution
They belong to the river to barter
There is no solution
Just wounds and salt water
The cycle goes on and on
So painful and sore
Sense the first dawn
The river flows forever more
Patrick McCombs
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Patrick McCombs  26/M
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