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A Poem by HPVM

Submitted:Oct 23, 2012    Reads: 35    Comments: 1    Likes: 1   

A thirst for pleasure, counting down,
alert and waitng for the worst. The
predictable become boring and yet i find
humour, fun and diamonds and colours
for a lonely body. I never give in to
disrespect but learn to become pure.
Today.....a black hole, messy but clean a
certain aroamer for a split second that
stays with me gives me an anwser. Im
changing........steriotypically im
insane........im at my cloud.....im
safe....random and not understood but
points are already understood.
Alone always............


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