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     I can walk through anything- ive cased each and every lie
    theres nothing more i guess- honesty wasnt meant to last
    when your willing to cradle whats wrong
    just hum a different song- in order to keep the true in the tale of the truth
    out of site ( out of mind)

    my picture- what does it say- define
    it looks like im saying "fuck u" with my middle finger
    yet i am not- im actually taking acceptance 4 my personal faults
    Rimbaud often said that touching 1's skin was a sign of depravement
    it shows that ur mortal n can be bought by whats shallow
    i remember this picture- alone
    playing musical chairs- talking out loud
    it was a little after 2:30am on a Wednesday
    i cant believe how long its been wednesday
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    i can talk to anyone- about whatever (all encompased)
    im good like that- quite easy to read
    wandering aimlessly like some new age norm
    a fallacy of wismical falsehoods
    ive become a lapse which leads to an adore

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    redbloodink commented on My Picture

    03-20-2010

    this write flowed as whimsical as the trees in a breeze that comes along a summers evening with out making a sound... but the picture painted in my mind was so vivid I could see myself flicking myself off in the mirror ...... great write.... red
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    Chaos128 commented on My Picture

    03-19-2010

    Litldeer... Sometimes I wonder if you're the lost cause you so artistically make yourself out to be; you seem to relish the role a little too much... just thinkin' out loud. Sharp write!
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    dahlusion commented on My Picture

    01-20-2010

    Rimbaud was a teenager when he wrote that, and, most likely, changed his mind in his thirties...but he died in his thirties...hmm. A deep write.
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    When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

    John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

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