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today i’m lost in memory
manufactured falsified
stricken sick with images
of non-existent events
hatred pity and rotten tenderness
with just a pinch of
wrapped in shiny paper
crowned with a bow
and nicknamed bliss
knee deep in the sludge of
mired in the strings of fate
the winds of change are blowing
across my way
bringing the stench of unknown
there are no carrots
only sticks
and slabs of stones
to hold me down
no kindred souls
to arm against the world
that exists
within my mind


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