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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required filter through the inner mind where solace binds and reason is there for I hear inner voices in my head with choices the junkie on the street searches for his pay a noble church goer bows there head to pray there are marks of discovery in each of us yet I'm half the man I used to be falling by the road side scattered in my mind it's the fortaste of things to come a world undone the twilight sun has tainted my inner vision sought after fix the issues inside hide behind a false hidden garb of compromise twisted lies with no surprise a vision of crystal clear twilight tripping out in the forest green moss scattered by the features it is hard to hold on one more trip & I'll be gone yet I'm not dead the forest has trees through the breeze a sorted cosic debris of fallen emblems tuck back the vision down deep inside this forest has a stone carved pattern inside my heart permeates through the duration of reason words can be lost if not chosen right a black cat leads me to a pool of water where I quench my thirst look back at the vision in the water I see a face voices in my head its the walking dead yet I like it when they talk about love call it fate I call it a reason for being in the changing of the season we run to and fro into the outer banks of the forest dead flowers all around with emmense changes the cloven asps of suspicion you got to get away bones of skulls permeate the textual lining some say I think to much in are world in quite a rush getting ready for the heavy push to take us over the edge the intense heat of fleeting passion the zombies of sex are at your door screaming of exhalted primitive choice living in caged fury so why should I wonder
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