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Affixed
I am nearsighted in my misery--
Deciphered in all of those bitter symphonies
There is much to learn from the Past
But, I remain, unchanged, in my grief
There's always something deceiving my eyes...
Though, I am walking in a direction, affixing feckless perceptions
The Night has much to teach my comprehension:
But, I remain unchanged, solemnly abiding in this silence
I know of the truth in which I have heard:
But, I search, silently, for anything but solace:
The dreams, of which I have built, are unattainable
For, I am an assailant: affixing my Li(f)e to...
...Another...
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Adam Kinsley
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