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Lowercasemmmmmm

Lowercasemmmmmm

I was once a man

I once was a man who thought he lived free
then I looked down to  see shackles at my feet,
a lifetime of servitude in the bondage of another
just capital floating on a stock market that will never recover,

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wisdom

Wisdom is a gift bestowed to the f… When they realise that all around… And heads can’t be housed in the s… Their stupidity is seen like the m… They’ll kick and scream against th…
slow rotation

slow rotations the stars shine a bright ricochet, the glitter-ball moon hangs the night a crisp navy blue, our eyes hold a short embrace
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as my thoughts thaw

as my thoughts thaw and my mind comes alive, alone in its brevity Its tattered disguise, I feel the darkness call
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a life-jacket made of stone

i know the risks, that’s the buzz what else can people like me do, punching through the wet paint of… to probe the depths of our own ins… a gruesome flavour
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our

soon wealth discovered that peace… a journey of intention down two ro… a genius first in the hands of a c… that controls the spin and the spi… can a man be content with the imag…
monochrome

monochrome this world has run out of favours this floor I traipse fading jaded heads pool no common sense its colour gone
Amy's a wound that still stings

I saw you the other day your coy smile, whats that about? its been a couple of years since t… I saw your face, its been a while. You just walked right past me
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a dark week by the sea

the sky turned from blue to black as I staggered off the train, you, more holding me than I you we found no comfort in the arms of… the streets growing darker
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my own ghost wont leave me be

my own ghost wont leave me be it haunts of times before, when th… I carry it in marathons of endless… as it wraps its ectoplasmic hands… with a would of, should of, could…
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illumination

As a cloud, floating slow into my peripheral I espy, the glint of moonlight on a slated… as the cold gentle rain obscures i… This cloak of evening sarcasm dons
unassuming surveillance

two eyes peeled and on you all the… this bespoke majesty of hurried ga… sanctity comes at the cost of one… the periscope of nosiness comes an… a black two dimensional picture is…
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vanilla hearts

Uneasy leanings dwell silently Within the vanilla heart Projecting a usual and normal face Tired whims of vagabonds To all around your blood pumps loy…
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one poem from ten ( depression )

dark and chilly hallways ice where candles used to burn the carpet at my feet morphs from black swirls to cloud grey electric light drills through my p…
affray

there’s a breeze I feel about my face and frame, no location can be found but you you turn the milk sour as the mirr… the street below bustles a way awa…
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then again...

you’ll always be the last to know things of real and true value if you persist on throwing punches at perceived awkward questions you’ll be haunted by past mistakes
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