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When the crowd leaveth,
We seeith who the real ones art...
Please tear me
into a thousand pieces
for your silent destruction
will be the womb
that nurtures
my growth.
© Tamara Natividad
www.pisceanesque.com
Written 15 February, 2014
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Another journey travelled,
A step along the way,
A different road to travel as we conclude each day.

Another challenge levelled,
A hero from the fray,
A darker time to follow or so we hear them say.

Another dark cloud battled,
A force we cannot sway,
A demon rising deep within just sizing up its prey.

Another dream unravelled,
A blink in time’s decay,
A distant past forgotten in the memories we betray.
Psychotic in our own skin
We squeeze and claw to itch the insides of our broken souls
One more to ease the pain and a second for good luck
When did we become such miserable *****
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