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The Secret


We teens ,you see, have unlocked the secret
Neither in pride or in the constructs of failure
But in the beauty of nothing and the state of being
That resides in impulse.
Singes release erotic clanks as they pierce your armour
(that is enough) Still, read. Look! Bleak is the empire
And the Sun reasons to romantic confusion
—By which no one compromises to listen to one another.
I’m coming, I’m coming. I’m coming!

Comments1

  • Jason Vancelette (AKA Pharaoh33)

    dammit, I wish I would have seen this in time because I would have loved to add to it..finally, something worth participating in....I'm sure there are many that I miss because I don't loo every day, but normally if someone personally asks me to add to theirs I will out of respect



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