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A Far Cry For The Small
Contributed by
lostrelic
on
Sunday, 13th July 2008 @ 05:59:33 AM in AEST
Topic:
DarkPoetry
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sitting huddles lost in mazes confronted with fears a constant battle lines have been drawn to close to see the patterns "just circles" forward we walk while backwards we live this past to much to grip food a thing of waste letting prices rise like the debt smaller stomaches equal more anger water we bathe taken for granted times are not that rough....... customs we are born with waste imagine a life with out paper and a pretty bow answers we all have them but heres a real answer anyone have a good question? sense and senseless flawless in our petty times ego shines brighter then the heart
one man said imagine another had a dream but shouldn't we all be working on tomorrow ah play in your circle spin for the world lets just sit and dream
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2008-07-13 05:59:33] (Date/Time posted on
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