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EMANCIPATION
As pen hits the parchment and bleeds my thoughts to the masses
i contemplate the worth of ones self through these obscure glasses
if I died today would I live on as a martyr
or leave a half told story of an inadequate barter
between my desire to fuse with the adobe hell, flowing lukewarm
or grasp my destiny as one set apart; who’s ( Read more... )
As pen hits the parchment and bleeds my thoughts to the masses
i contemplate the worth of ones self through these obscure glasses
if I died today would I live on as a martyr
or leave a half told story of an inadequate barter
between my desire to fuse with the adobe hell, flowing lukewarm
or grasp my destiny as one set apart; who’s ( Read more... )
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nice poem by the way. maybe it`s a song ? ahaha i don`t know.
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