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The Likeness of Reality

Poetry By: Lex The Damned
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Tags: Reality, Hate


Broken, Fixed...broken again


Submitted:Sep 28, 2006    Reads: 164    Comments: 3    Likes: 0   


The Likeness of Reality

�The more I think the less

I know and the more I hate…

Because I feel like I don't belong

Like the world isn't always round,

Like half the things doesn't matter

As much as the reasons and

Half of what we know is filled

With the half truths of what we

Don't know.�

And life is the strings of a guitar

Never the same, yet always the same

Name. Mine. Yours. Is that what makes us

Us? The art of you being you and me being

Nothing but a forgotten reason for

HATE?�

The world isn't always round, like

Coffee doesn't always taste the same

And frozen fingers struggle to work

Like a dead soul struggles to feel.





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