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    Friday, December 12, 2003     3:38 PM

because the poem i am trying to write is plaguing me, i was looking at some older stuff. normally i wouldn't post any of it because i think it's shite but why not?

like a john lennon record
stuck on the word imagine
or a monotonous ticking clock
that's time never changes
i'm in a neverending loop
of false truth
because a hunger for
a tangible realness
is too much
it always has been
a vague something
just out of reach
leaving me only the comfort
of being in love
with your ghost

i guess that isn't so terrible considering i wrote it when i was 16.


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