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  >> Static Item >> Poetry >> Opinion >> ID #1496968  |   Show DetailsPrinter Friendly Page Tell A Friend
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Did this in like 15 mins today outside in the cold, what I do when I'm bored, I write :)
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they try to knock you down
but I float above the ground
don't know whats coming around
I past through dispersing sounds

rhythmic tonics on stale accords
beauty lost with sinking scars
imperfect protrusions from a far
trapped your eye, left ajar

they think they got it right
ignorant thoughts with no life
crawling from their empty heads
delusions is what is fed

platonic heart rising cold
gazing through your pulse froze
tarnished memories forming sores
frost bite in your dislodged core

you won't crack the surface of me
I'm plastered with modern stability
A dosage in life of real people I seek
my heart pumps to my goals with consistency
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