This Isn't Beautiful

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Depression

"This Isn't Beautiful"   9 - 7 - 03



rolling fields of prairie grass

all moving in an articulate mass

slow and gentle, deliberate

i somehow wish i knew not of it



clouds so fluffy and silver-grey

fill the skies on this noon day

making shapes that warm the heart

those feelings that tear me apart



a perfect world is held before me

all the splendors for me to see

it's only a torture to my sight

as i lay back and lose the TV's light...

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