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Live Poetry

I'm a lie,
sad doors opening up in a never ending surprise,
you're living in a fantasy,
deny it,
I am straight, I am a bisexual,
I am gay.
But only as I imagine.
These labels wash down to what they are.

They mean nothing.

This old dead horse toolbox...
has been kicked by each one of us to fucking death.

Let it die.

I am me.

Fuck your label.

-Neurosine

Sociophilosophy

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  • lost-angel
    December 5, 2008

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    i love your mind... i don't know how you manage to throw such strength into a few words, and simple language like that, it's fantastic...and a great topic!