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A Poem By Tony
nicotine induced paranoia, im a facade to this outside world, a smiling pulp fermenting at the bottom of this glass, likelyhood of actually being noticed slim to nil, i notice the fronts of others, the cold fronts, the tundras, its growing into a citris cloud, burning the eyes of the children, reflective mirrors are no good, the blackbirds scurry as if they were following the leaves, crumbling into patches of soil and ash, migrating to safe houses and gas masks are no good, we've developed into a pseudo-soul world, and the real joys are far from reality, molded into pre-fab lifesytles, time is feeling the constrants and so am I.
2nd dose of dictation, pointless as the rest, my mind is like super glue, patterns, perils, persist,down to the bomb shelter, hide from the truth, the swirls in my stomach, a problem sinse youth, the frequency is strong, a message from space, tar stained sanctuary, a voices resting place, the answers way to simple, should just let it out, i just dont have what it takes to dictate this bout. CANT GET ENOUGH OF MY CRAP, WANT THE LYRICS TO OUR SONGS, CHECK OUT MY JOURNAL, CLICK THE LINK BELOW
TONY'S JOURNAL
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