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lost my heart in the circular realm when I think of anything it sounds like a drugged up contradiction, that never was and never will it's like I'm Dead. In this vacuum presumed Dead. who I know , who I knew the people that helped me grow, are never recycled as new. I keep writing these lines of my poetry mind that to everyone else looks twisted and lied like my mind is corrupt and they knew all along exactly what's up. What I know for sure is that nothing is for sure But someone's said that before, so I guess I'm a fake unless I discover something new, something blue, something old, nothing at all, it's absurd it's fool's gold it's an unreality from the line of a sonnet written on a vanishing moon. it's like I'm Dead. My dead ancestors have taken up all the juice for my parade. I'm left a charade; a skit; half-hearted & unfit it's like I'm Dead. My obsessions say it all You know the reasons the buzzes and the contrite liaisons. You knew all along the undead song sang to the soldiers whose lives are ****** war zones You know my cellophane you've seen it televised live from every side, and on every dead celebrity whose tragedy was pied.
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Dec 12, 2012
Dec 12, 2012 at 11:33 PM UTC
Celebrity Zombie
lost my heart in the circular realm when I think of anything it sounds like a drugged up contradiction, that never was and never will it's like I'm Dead. In this vacuum presumed Dead. who I know , who I knew the people that helped me grow, are never recycled as new. I keep writing these lines of my poetry mind that to everyone else looks twisted and lied like my mind is corrupt and they knew all along exactly what's up. What I know for sure is that nothing is for sure But someone's said that before, so I guess I'm a fake unless I discover something new, something blue, something old, nothing at all, it's absurd it's fool's gold it's an unreality from the line of a sonnet written on a vanishing moon. it's like I'm Dead. My dead ancestors have taken up all the juice for my parade. I'm left a charade; a skit; half-hearted & unfit it's like I'm Dead. My obsessions say it all You know the reasons the buzzes and the contrite liaisons. You knew all along the undead song sang to the soldiers whose lives are ****** war zones You know my cellophane you've seen it televised live from every side, and on every dead celebrity whose tragedy was pied.
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Dec 12, 2012
Dec 12, 2012 at 11:33 PM UTC
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