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Out of this world

Hands smell of bleach,
Mind wandering in all directions,
Can’t find the right path,
Maybe, you think it’s an epiphany.

You’ve been played by the best,
Hated by the worst,
What have you left,
In that cold, white house.

Nothing but scars,
Kissing them softly,
As you walk out the door.

The worst isn’t nearly over,
You’re intrigued by the motions,
Can’t quite focus,
Just out of your reach.

Black hands of coal,
Grasp your face with loving kindness,
And take you into eternity’s abyss.

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  • Sentimentalpoet
    April 5
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    very good

    its so sweet sis.


  • Gypsy Via Orleans
    April 2

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    This is good. I like how it began really strong and kept going that way until the end.your flow was on time all the way.It reads well aloud.


  • Frikyeah
    March 1

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    OH MY FREAKING LANTA!!!!!
    this is officially my favorite one!! I freakin love this one! it almost made me cry...I dont even know why. but it was bit of a meaning...*sniff* it was amazing!