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my exploding self-explanation

Poetry By: Mark Cuthbert III
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once again


Submitted:Jan 19, 2010    Reads: 31    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


ok so

work in and of itsself

is such a hastle

(did I spell that right?)

but- no but

work

hmmm

I can't help but feel bogged down

and somehow to never know better

is better

cuz to not know

is to be free

caged usually

but free

I don't claim to understand the harsher...not even that...the more tangible elements of this earth.

In fact they tend to be the only thing I can't...get my head around...

and why do super-heroes influence me more than I can control

I don't know

this is terrible and I know it is terrible

why does that make it art

because we all shine sometimes

and then come back down

and no one ever talks about back down

never

let's call this one never

and just see what happens





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