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Flies and Melting clocks
Flies and melting clocks superfical space to scream,
looking through a foggy window at a place that cant be seen,
hapiness just make belive in a world with pain and loss,
but everybody looks for answers, everybody drifts through dust.
Melting clocks and flies,
burning man behind the skys torchers every living soul until the days of our demise,
wallowing in self-destruction as i look at all this stuff,
but everybody looks for answers, everybody drifts through dust.
Awsome work here
Great ideas!
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
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thanks again
yea man, cant take full credit...this one i made wile kinda having a salvador dali "the persistence of memory" thing goin on in my mind...... im a sorta fan of art n have a particular liking for surrealist art so i tryed work it into this poem. also i tryed to work it into a song. not a official recorded or anything but it works every once in a wile.