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As I mope around the swamps of my brain I think of nature’s beautiful scenery Stuck in a world where currency reigns Littered with mankind's rapacious factitious imagery Sat in a cube, walls off-white Ceiling tiles, **** stained Trapped in ennui's plight Blue light keeping a soul maimed But there's a cure Just beyond these walls 5pm, till then I endure Then I can answer Edens call
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Jun 9, 2018
Jun 9, 2018 at 2:19 AM UTC
A Cure
As I mope around the swamps of my brain I think of nature’s beautiful scenery Stuck in a world where currency reigns Littered with mankind's rapacious factitious imagery Sat in a cube, walls off-white Ceiling tiles, **** stained Trapped in ennui's plight Blue light keeping a soul maimed But there's a cure Just beyond these walls 5pm, till then I endure Then I can answer Edens call
Stuck in the frozen depths of hell of off-white walls filled with a cubical garden. Not the garden I want to grow.
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Jun 9, 2018
Jun 9, 2018 at 2:19 AM UTC
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