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Security guide through a wilderness of pain

Poetry By: The doorman
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Inevitable present;­ home to the indians today.­ I've learned my lessons, stopped playing music to the plastic poets in the rain.­ They've all found their way, like I did in time, but both of them couldn't be here to stay with me and write dark blue little lines.­ So I say: Yea! Don't mind the G.­ Everything you've got to say to me is face to face or else you'll just be like a wannabe on television that doesn't know the difference between a shoe and a lace.­ Love is secret, holy like the ace.­ Nobody needs permission.­ It's like switching a button.­ There's only one way out of the maze.


Submitted:Dec 15, 2012    Reads: 10    Comments: 0    Likes: 1   


"­"­

Inevitable present;­ home to the indians today.­ I've learned my lessons, stopped playing music to the plastic poets in the rain.­ They've all found their way, like I did in time, but both of them couldn't be here to stay with me and write dark blue little lines.­ So I say: Yea! Don't mind the G.­ Everything you've got to say to me is face to face or else you'll just be like a wannabe on television that doesn't know the difference between a shoe and a lace.­ Love is secret, holy like the ace.­ Nobody needs permission.­ It's like switching a button.­ There's only one way out of the maze.





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