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Shallow

We walk around in human shells Forgetting how fragile we all are We pretend we are strong Not weak We mock the poor And hate the different for what they seek We let our souls shrivel with starvation We bath the surface with water and perfume And prance in silk threads amidst a full moon Worshipping The I The sky The lie Why? Not right But wrong to focus on the negative things Here I am, doing that very deed I guess I am painted Tarred with my own pen

Copyright © | Year Posted 2009




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Date: 6/2/2009 12:47:00 PM
Like the last stanza and the way of stompy lines in the near end jojojo makes a lot of emphasis, beating, waterfalling; thanks for the experience =D
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