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The words pass from my lips Scrambled and jumbled From my pen tips Reflections About my present affections Or a deep emotion Like a potion Tantalizing my sentiment How it wears on me Like a tenement Knocking down my weak walls Forcing me to fall Into the depths of blunt insensible fog The only hopes of clearing my mind Is defined By removing my madness In an eternal sleep In this heap

Copyright © | Year Posted 2008




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