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Roll On you Blackhawks, roll on
Falling unnoticed
to uncovered blatent
lies
Your mind is your deception
your crying
is your tired uncomplicated
desire for attention
You'll grasp everything
as if it were tomorrow's today
and yesterday's forever
were unbelievable truths
It's my finalized
heat of the moment, spur
of the second deal
i love this poem.
it snaps me back into the mind frame that i am so wasteful with my time