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This is the way life sucks;
big as time, like a volcano
that erupted long ago
and is threatening to go
again. Tragedy always
underfoot, deep underground
and serious.
.
This is the evil life lives
small as a nightmare
wrapped in a tragedy
on the edge of a ledge
about to fly without wings
and land on your agenda
like a badly composed item.
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Here is an inalterable meaning
of life: In between salted tears
and flashed smiles is where
we live for uncounted hours,
where slow years become
delusioned decades, where
unchangeable pain stays
the same.
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Lady A
08-17-13
3:12a
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Once Whiled
A poem :D
~A~