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falling into despair as the inundation continues every turn finds me staring into another memory of you motherless child staring into the void seeking to be comforted and held by arms free from judgment or need close to the source of my existence – hidden in the background sits a vision future life placed in hazy quarters glasses and compounds give no relief as the reality is locked from me cleverly stashed between morality and righteousness the grail pail sails the trail of failings settling gently in the obscene and tarnished oxidized rusted worn shabby remnants brushed by archeologists collect dust on a shelf in the home of the long dead curator – fading into obscurity my youth looks back cracked mirror inferiorly reports the passing of time lines etched along the horizon crow’s feet menagerie – passion passes for persuasion and the rotted fruit holds tight blindly winding, finding lined rhymes pining for the time shinning on the vine let’s look behind the sign to the minds grinder and just try to be whole –
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Dec 30, 2014
Dec 30, 2014 at 12:00 PM UTC
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falling into despair as the inundation continues every turn finds me staring into another memory of you motherless child staring into the void seeking to be comforted and held by arms free from judgment or need close to the source of my existence – hidden in the background sits a vision future life placed in hazy quarters glasses and compounds give no relief as the reality is locked from me cleverly stashed between morality and righteousness the grail pail sails the trail of failings settling gently in the obscene and tarnished oxidized rusted worn shabby remnants brushed by archeologists collect dust on a shelf in the home of the long dead curator – fading into obscurity my youth looks back cracked mirror inferiorly reports the passing of time lines etched along the horizon crow’s feet menagerie – passion passes for persuasion and the rotted fruit holds tight blindly winding, finding lined rhymes pining for the time shinning on the vine let’s look behind the sign to the minds grinder and just try to be whole –
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Dec 30, 2014
Dec 30, 2014 at 12:00 PM UTC
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