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clock work
Contributed by
fixed
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Tuesday, 8th March 2005 @ 02:21:31 PM in AEST
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we sat under the tree, next to the swing..
you with the strumming..
me with the sing.
College is the inside of a clock...
*tick*
everything so
*tock*
confused,
and unrealised..
what religion to choose?
I see them walking past me, dressing up in divisions..
illustrating biased definitions.
Each one with blurry visions,
of what they want to be,
painting me with chosen choices..
uni..
..vers
..ity
They walk past with unsettled faces,
wondering whether they like girls or boys..
I've decided I like neither..
both are harmful decoys.
we sat under the tree, next to the swing..
you with the strumming
me with the sing
You with the pill in your hand,
me with the
'i understand'.
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Re: clock work
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by dolly_dagger on
Friday, 1st April 2005 @ 05:42:46 PM AEST
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LOVE IT!!!! love it!!! love the flow. love the different structures. love how it's all been captured. AAAHH I LOVE IT!!!!
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Re: clock work
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by THUGGIN4REAL on
Friday, 8th April 2005 @ 12:43:11 PM AEST
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| yeah,i can feel this.good write |
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