When I was at the Slam Poetry contest yesterday, this is what I came up with on the spur of the moment. I have no idea about it at all, but it's what I have
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To see all
is nothing but transit lies
to hide inside the pantomime of frozen time
deep within our broken dreams
of lost trust and sleeping kinds
of justified rhythms and rhymes
crushed into memory of trapped scars and forever lost
dreams
Plant Life
13 years ago