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[bodytext] => Gladasmir I more den most ask Trash blooms to groom The one and only made for So they tell one another Vow not to bother My singularity That I share with a few specifcly Never more never less Those I share with intimacy Get to undress me Not my clothes Something words of the lame cant grab Something I never had Something I think I had Posession of at one point in time As I gleam a certain scope Sure I miss most Of what I not no Mixed with wut I no Yes,… I wana be told To my question No evidens im guessin Answers In question Possibility I scream sketchidly Wanted elasticity in a world Of rusticity Eaten away while the inner core Strives to eat away Wut it perceives to be eatin away Its physicality Ph doctrine Winds up erroneous When I put my two sense in My fins rushing through wind Pressure cooking My creative hopes No escaping the slopes Loving pain Enjoying pleasure Searching hither and thither Wither no way I gather wut is needed for the day And the next For this man And the next Is where my global change is headed Be not What is seen Doing exactly what you mean For them not to seam Its way through weak So it seems Mistaken identity Actions speak Words are bleak To the next scene afolding As seconds millimeters Whatever measurment Bombards its way in This noise making Synchronatic asianatic Looking combining Wires unwinding While they knot And answer what is not [comments] => 1 [counter] => 244 [topic] => 43 [informant] => euphoema [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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