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*s P A C E D O U T*
s p a c e d o u t ... (temporary fixes) t o think that time tongue twisted towards the temporary e mitting emergence of feelings, felt once before m inutes that seemed like seconds have glassed over p erhaps, pushing forward the hours past, no more. o nce, believer I, in happy endings, inventory taking, now at risk r ifled, doused with warnings that were flammable a rousing words of desperation, demurely mixed r edundancy, word-life lies, reflecting ruse y esterdays tomorrows are never todays temporary fixes, not forthcoming s p a c e d o u t, my words once r a i n b o w e d ... hide in g r a y. |
uppin...........
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wow this poem was fire.. i really liked how this was set up.. this was definitely ur best piece... good job on this man..
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thanks....man....
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