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poem i wrote

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BY DANNY ALLRED
Unlock your steel pathway, come unto the world of where
No one comes, no ones goes but one still remains
Upon the ceiling, draped with ill communication becomes a town
I called home, beneath the bottle that is sealed to me lampshade
Discovered is a sea of intellectual pasta, and deep out of it woodwork of the sands creations.
I only wish I was Rasta, this wouldn't seem so...real.
This terror of place where you ground on run, maybe if we really were free
It would be a hostile nation, truly you never lied but nor have you ever truthed
What do you call yourself?
A man? A woman?
But only one name stays on the tip of my wordspeaker
Regret.