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Still, still, in the silent revelation of an undiscovered thought, violent by nature tempestuous undertones of gradient succes mindless tests, confrontational mess still the new leaf, lovers in the light of fright, the night with milky shades of sight, sound as still, still, like the silent revelation of an undiscovered thought wake to still calm thy head the cavities of unrest, numbness at best mess, of mind tangled thread much, too much mild mannered maneuvers, meek, passive and complacent stuck in the basement of forward moving stagnant lowly, little steps descending, ascent pending for a revolution jacket too stiff, no peace from pollution, human heart pollution grey faced institutions, failure soup, smooth money, compelling sandwhich of gold-toothed grannys insanity, death’s locker a spray painted noir and n’er to do better than sell, sell the well wishers a lock of lamentable whiskers, unshaven unclean a force of mean momentary pleasure of possession, empty and quick in succession your price, of niceties is too high for me eyes red with subtlety
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Sep 4, 2015
Sep 4, 2015 at 10:38 AM UTC
Still Mess -- A Freewrite
Still, still, in the silent revelation of an undiscovered thought, violent by nature tempestuous undertones of gradient succes mindless tests, confrontational mess still the new leaf, lovers in the light of fright, the night with milky shades of sight, sound as still, still, like the silent revelation of an undiscovered thought wake to still calm thy head the cavities of unrest, numbness at best mess, of mind tangled thread much, too much mild mannered maneuvers, meek, passive and complacent stuck in the basement of forward moving stagnant lowly, little steps descending, ascent pending for a revolution jacket too stiff, no peace from pollution, human heart pollution grey faced institutions, failure soup, smooth money, compelling sandwhich of gold-toothed grannys insanity, death’s locker a spray painted noir and n’er to do better than sell, sell the well wishers a lock of lamentable whiskers, unshaven unclean a force of mean momentary pleasure of possession, empty and quick in succession your price, of niceties is too high for me eyes red with subtlety
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Sep 4, 2015
Sep 4, 2015 at 10:38 AM UTC
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