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Thursday, March 29, 2012

in an instant

I drank my opinions away
in a maze,
dazed off of several eighths.
strange how I laid by her side
those eyes...
reminiscent of trip wire...
liars who danced with such a truth
and all the while,,,
my narrow minded recollections proved useless...
that a loon can behave ghoulish in platoons with loose lips...
standed answers and form
& not for the weak stomached individuals...
but us?
we dined and schemed like war lords.
spared and sparred as pharaohs
saw our futures amongst the tarot cards and never hinted at retribution
and there we walk...threw red lights and poverty

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