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May 2014
My reflection can't bear to look me in the eye.
Dirt bag.
They called me **** bag because they
couldn't see a sack of ****.
Thoughtlessly counter-intuitive.
Rhyming is worse than mediocre,
and beyond being forced into the sublime.
Blind folded and arms tied,
with salvation on it's lips;
Maniacally insane.
A campaign for liars, killers,
and something divine.
I never had a beautiful dream, or
a nightmare that wasn't in color.
I'm unprepared for everything,
especially whatever comes next.
Austin Heath
Written by
Austin Heath  Cleveland, OH
(Cleveland, OH)   
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