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Grown Underground

Locked inside a desert
tranquil heart panics;
the barren land
too crowded to let me sleep.

Alien world bears
infinite reality and I no longer
know where I stand.
Seven days without breathing
the air which kills me,
my legs aren't steady.



Hook me up:
I dont want to be human
anymore.

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  • lunarlunacy
    December 29, 2008
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    creepy and ominous. hmmmmmm