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[bodytext] => It's a technologically superior jetliner gone astray for days on end fervent countries searching feverishly in its wake Like rummaging through years of misplaced belongings strewn across the vast oceans Befuddlement unprecedented A world hunts for answers like that for the convoluted war entrenched in religious dilemmas Deserts of gore devoid of even a mirage of peace The horizon is a billowing cloud of black smoke screening Wide eyed soundless screams It's the suffocating atmosphere in my bitty rented apartment reeking like charred wreckage from my smoking oven toaster and a haze of pollution from outside a singed and smoky smell imbues my clothes as a weeping forest in Riau is engulfed in flames Goodbye enigmatic creatures I've yet to make a connection with as poverty asserts its pervasive tragedy It's the pollution standard rising Toxicity unprecented It's not acing my dream job at the get go plummeting from a cloud of presumptuousness watching myself roll away my voice lost in a vast ocean Faint against rollicking waves Vague and insignificant like tumbleweed and driftwood It's a bottle of my smoothest whiskey Slipping off the top shelf of my liquor lubricated mind shattering slowly and lugubriously almost still but electrified no peace in the doldrums It's my once upon a time paradise growing ungainly beyond recognition A pre pubescent teen sprouting resorts like a flare up of acne only this doesn't seem curable by a trip to a cool gloved dermatologist Development unprecedented It's wanting more glimpses Of its ingenue charm but rendered paralysed by career incompetence my edits being re-edited into oblivion Immobile like a burning log fraying at its sad veins fire to fine ashes dispersed in a robust wind. [comments] => 0 [counter] => 154 [topic] => 43 [informant] => CARAAAAA [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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