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Posted to Action Poetry




God left the world
the world left us staggering
GRAY
fixed lifefroms in water
a sea of glass broken
piercing feet
blood trails to fingerpaint tommorow
if it comes on time
table EMPTY with want
The rigidness of statues inspire
the fixed gaze
the hard knuckle concentration
never to bloat like wood
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while i float on bubbles of thought
cartoons are more REAL
wouldn't consider this dramatic