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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
    ive recieved 13406 views

    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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    Walt Whitman, American Poet (1819-1892)

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