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I'm a captured tooth nerve amalgam appeased restrained in containment by my keeper then I can be a prisoner escaping the jail free to do as I pleased my warder has lost the keys of control on dark days my fathoms swirl in murky mass infused with blinding kelp on good days my porthole shows clearness of eye the glass reflects well just to confuse my ore's composition is misunderstood metamorphic the translations changing minute by minute hour by hour these ones are buggers my microscope isn't good with it's definition will I won't I who knows my borders are contested being diplomatic I make pacts and treaties no monickers the tried and tested gentleman's agreement that will do my margins can be thick or thin comments fit it usually they range between insult and praise depending on the mood I often go to open cut mines to find common minerals useful on a daily basis real effort is called for when I delve into deep shafts sometime gems are quarried precious ones to behold well enough said a letter is to be written dear meditative home we're returning soon p.s. if we're delayed after hours leave the porch light on
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Aug 26, 2014
Aug 26, 2014 at 9:20 PM UTC
Metaphors For Thoughts
I'm a captured tooth nerve amalgam appeased restrained in containment by my keeper then I can be a prisoner escaping the jail free to do as I pleased my warder has lost the keys of control on dark days my fathoms swirl in murky mass infused with blinding kelp on good days my porthole shows clearness of eye the glass reflects well just to confuse my ore's composition is misunderstood metamorphic the translations changing minute by minute hour by hour these ones are buggers my microscope isn't good with it's definition will I won't I who knows my borders are contested being diplomatic I make pacts and treaties no monickers the tried and tested gentleman's agreement that will do my margins can be thick or thin comments fit it usually they range between insult and praise depending on the mood I often go to open cut mines to find common minerals useful on a daily basis real effort is called for when I delve into deep shafts sometime gems are quarried precious ones to behold well enough said a letter is to be written dear meditative home we're returning soon p.s. if we're delayed after hours leave the porch light on
ElizabethSquires
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Aug 26, 2014
Aug 26, 2014 at 9:20 PM UTC
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