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The life lived in a fog illuminated by different shades of gray potentiating an explosion of colors ever vividly fade into our dreams alliterating perfectly with drained, dread, and dreary bouncing off of the hard shell of reality ricocheting through this haze we call life is meant to be inhaled and exhaled with symmetrical patterns tittering on the balance of fate and faith inching ever closer to the center of mass: 21 grams light it up and watch it burn take a puff and free fall in the high that is lower than the lowest lows... failure? forces the question of whether the shattered future will reach its imaginary destination, or be forever lost in this twilight marks the beginning of another tired cycle weighted down by the burden of success caught up in the monochrome movie that parades its credits before the ending.
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Oct 24, 2011
Oct 24, 2011 at 12:03 AM UTC
Soul Sigh So
The life lived in a fog illuminated by different shades of gray potentiating an explosion of colors ever vividly fade into our dreams alliterating perfectly with drained, dread, and dreary bouncing off of the hard shell of reality ricocheting through this haze we call life is meant to be inhaled and exhaled with symmetrical patterns tittering on the balance of fate and faith inching ever closer to the center of mass: 21 grams light it up and watch it burn take a puff and free fall in the high that is lower than the lowest lows... failure? forces the question of whether the shattered future will reach its imaginary destination, or be forever lost in this twilight marks the beginning of another tired cycle weighted down by the burden of success caught up in the monochrome movie that parades its credits before the ending.
I am ashamed to have written this poem.
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andrew-jiang
Oct 24, 2011
Oct 24, 2011 at 12:03 AM UTC
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