Inoculation
Into the dark, twisting and turning, burning blood a plague's wording
words
mean
nothing
Protection against disease and yearning, a mystery in the mourning
She saw it so much
it
means
nothing
Down the rabbit hole, six feet under a learning, their history in the morning
So waken the dead
it
means
everything
Everything full circle, never been so boring, a realization so flooring
You
are
inoculated
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Tim B | Year Posted 2011
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