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[title] => Consider Yourself Lucky
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[bodytext] => When it becomes a thing of the past and plays with your head no more When it sleeps with the dead and waits for the dirt as the moisture gathers on the slippery floor Puddles of blood reflect the likeness of the self in retrospect where nothing is as it was once before Take for instance, a new existence- Knowing it is only you I adore… Effortless was the push towards the concluding collapse the instinctual was eventually detached- from practiced witchcraft soaking rays in a devils sun bath burned beyond the beaten path Suds of soap sins of skin ritualistically absolved those enduring the eternal wrath are all the souls methodically involved In high demand once were these pure grains of sand the precious few secrets left to man the burning of the condemned, and hanging of the dammed the taming of the fertile land led to the cultivation of the dirt In the hopes of rain I must abstain my privacy considered public domain and worse Continuity refrains from making an entrance into the game where hurt is all but assured Powerful problems no conceived solution contrived delusions perforated contusions under the skin blood and water combine in precision A surgical incision into the bone of perennial wisdom the heart of the kingdom apart from social reason instead of evolving, believing concede to simply living Afraid Awake Never sleeping Playtime for adults away time from the smoldering ropes a straight mind no need for an overdose avoiding cigarette smoke the correct time drawn in parallel lines intercross then become lost peppered then salt its nobody’s fault everyone eventually gets caught in deceptive nets of rubber cloth A few more hours are paid for and bought… A thought A reason to hope ______ ____ [comments] => 0 [counter] => 236 [topic] => 43 [informant] => Jyssvw [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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