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Murderous Phrase
Maybe it's me
Maybe it's my own conditioned
Ingrained despondancy
What is it with walls
Fascinating sterile brick
Cemented imagination
Adherance to the twinkling Imperfections in our eyes
I remember how that energy
Ruthless Creativity
Brought the walls down
As an enigma lain bare
So Maybe it's me
Maybe it's my own conditioned
Ingrained despondancy
Brings me to bare this mortal illusion
A tincture of pain and dilluted will
"Perhaps one day..."
The Murderous Phrase
Of those too afraid
To move on
August 7th, 1999
-Siv-
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