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Thursday, May 24, 2012

the light

Brightly coloured lights of seduction
 drawing the mind away from seclusion
 entering the time of the never never
smiling with the deceit of clever
 aligned and maligned with sounds
 never heard from the fronds
The faces of disparate joined by drugs
 I sit here sipping from my mugs
 To my mug pouring out loneliness
With the condemnation of the soul
 taken aback into the darkness of toil.

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