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They lay in this bone box
Graves of the done.
Friends of pushed dissolution.

They express some guilt
But ran with spent nerves 
I back to my institutions.

This all from dual-polar,
my black and white mind
They witnessed my next reaction

Always peeks and gullies
Not plains, they live with
A place without my intrusion.
 Tiered of phone woe
Then the coin next day flip
 In giddy bounce, more irritation.

As I watch this new love die
Like this tear as it runs
Promise to keep on prescriptions

Copyright © | Year Posted 2010

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Date: 4/1/2010 2:37:00 PM
sorry i haven't had alot of time to read( had to sell my pc) but this poem is great. and you say i have talent i loved it. the begining mademe think of dead soldiers and i really loved the last stanza
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Date: 3/27/2010 12:25:00 PM
Hang in there, Johnathon. Prayers coming your way! Love, Carolyn
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Date: 3/24/2010 11:16:00 AM
This is a very potent write, Johnathon. Hope you don't really have to cope with bipolar afflictions, but staying on the meds can help a lot. It's great to see you posting again, my friend. Love, Carolyn
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Date: 3/24/2010 7:38:00 AM
I enjoyed reading your awesome poetry this morning Johnathon. Thank you for sharing it. Hoping you have a wonderful day filled with inspiration. Love, Carol
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