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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Tried to take a picture, but the world wouldn’t sit still and I don’t have the breath for a thousand words. Fantasizing what I have to say, knowing I never will - subordinate to suppressive hands like a caged bird. I don’t have the breath for a thousand words; my thoughts scared off what I wanted to say. Subordinate to suppressive hands like a caged bird; I licked my lips, but choked on the bait. My thoughts scared off what I wanted to say; I’m steady as a punching bag. I licked my lips, but choked on the bait; still fetch bones, but my tail won’t wag. I’m steady as a punching bag absorbing the tears of the mistreated. Still fetch bones, but my tail won’t wag; it’s what they fed us yesterday, just reheated. Always run away before I’m mistreated and I don’t have time for a sympathetic smile. It’s the same dish reheated; seeing the truth makes me long for denial. I don’t have time for a sympathetic smile; I’m in the undertow of the mainstream. Facing the truth makes me pine for denial, because all that talent was just a wet dream. I’m in the undertow of the mainstream driving from point A to point B pointlessly. All the promise was just a wet dream, and no TV ad sells the product to comfort me. Driving from point A to point B pointlessly, an influx of indifference invading my head. No TV commercial can sell comfort to me, so why buy a souvenir when you’ve been misled? An influx of indifference invading my head, eroding an apex of decaying dreams. Why buy a souvenir when you’ve been misled, saluting the generals and bowing to the queens? Eroding an apex of decaying dreams, a self-fulfilling prophecy with outstretched hands. Saluting the generals and bowing to the queens, forfeiting free will for a slice of the promised land. A self-fulfilling prophecy with outstretched hands vowing sacrifice will be compensated. My shoes are homesick for foreign lands – a spot where therapists haven’t migrated. Vowing sacrifice will be compensated, followed my heart overseas to where therapists haven’t yet migrated; the weight left my chest and dissolved in the breeze. Stalked my smile overseas; sold my suitcase at the train station. Tasted the wind and exhaled the breeze; my finger wrote my will in condensation. Sold my suitcase at the train station, the masses were left to inherit my will. Flipped a coin for a destination, captured the words while the world sat still.
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