the inner me is discerned of the outer me,
fallen corpses make a living ;for multi-corporation,
porcelain dreams are shattered; by the over ruling wreckage-ship
divided I stand,
meeting the means of longevity,
the reign of false fortune; hints the riducule, of what's in formation,
such a stale truth, I shall'th not consume ,
false flags in the teeth of something, I cannot compute...nor want I resume.
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Author:
Zapatron (Pseudonym) (
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Comments3
I gotta read your stuff standing on me head now, since your pic appeared. Doh! lol
I'm actually standing on my feet, maybe you're standing on your head
Hello RiverJordan,
Excellent write!
Keep writing FineB
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