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The Mind......

Posted to Action Poetry

The mind is corrupt
The mind can come up
With a million excuses
For it's crimes
The mind is fragile
The mind is open
The mind is a door
Step through
Oh shit, it's locked
The mind is a whore
Allowing itself to be raped
Many times
By many hands
And many other
The mind is a gold mine
The mind is a priceless jewel
Precious jewel
A tool
A cracked vessel
A miniature version of the universe
A clock needing to unwind

This is the mind....