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dreams
Contributed by
poeticjestix
on
Thursday, 9th June 2011 @ 02:28:36 PM in AEST
Topic:
oops
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To be remembered by my words words used to describe something else with a rhyme, oh how absurd no balance, like a broken shelf Deniro, what's my motivation? Direction, what's my place or station? A permanence required as my body grows tired followed by the mind. Oh, how they are combined! will I know I'm stale when my body fails? Or, will it really matter confused and growing fatter seeds and so are sown one day all will be known but during my one day for you will be okay unless the bibles right if so, I wish good night. will it be heaven, or Armageddon? Do you really care? Is this what you want? To remain there as you are, or ever have been for me, that's obscene my life is good but secretly I enjoy my dreams,
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