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Poem Details
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| Title: | No title Yet |
| Author: | Diambrion |
| Date Submitted: | 3/5/2013 |
| Poem: |
Imagine with me a mind, if you will, a mind that was never in control. It roamed the Highs and slugged in the Lows. Total control was never an option. A white dotted black polar bears residing at two poles. 1 million tasks to do but nowhere to go so he runs as fast as possible to a point similar to a rabbit''s burrow, so far into darkness the empty space grows with your soul. The deeper you go the grander it grows, all while the guilt rages and sages my soul but will not let go with a titanium platinum gold stronghold.... |