I grew from the belly
Of a secluded corridor
Surrounded by alone
Crying energy branching outward
Desperate for mothers touch
Hungry for purpose
Soot and saw dust hands
Incepting a concepts conception
To be given yourself
Glueing answers from questions
A palace of paradigms
Parts truer than whole
Looking for loopholes
Searching for stories
Digging for death
Aug 11, 2012
Aug 11, 2012 at 12:02 AM UTC
I grew from the belly
Of a secluded corridor
Surrounded by alone
Crying energy branching outward
Desperate for mothers touch
Hungry for purpose
Soot and saw dust hands
Incepting a concepts conception
To be given yourself
Glueing answers from questions
A palace of paradigms
Parts truer than whole
Looking for loopholes
Searching for stories
Digging for death
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