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Friday, January 3, 2014

bugs and lines

No more lines for you
You'll have to live without them

those things which were given
so freely but at not small cost

Who was addicted to these things,
Do we think you were not

and what do you have left
to offer after abandoning

the ghost ship that sank
carrying heart and soul

who was the one cheated
out of everything meaningful

who is the insect in whose life
the crazy bug not in some bed

You were offered the world
all you wanted was distraction

I held the world in my hands
and it ran through like sand

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