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I wish I had know that how we spent our long days meant something other than drab windows in a pea colored room. You said You wanted to fly; that the world was your sky. Little was known of how you lost your wife. I took you from the drab life inside. And you climb the ledge waiting for your sky to take flight. A dive more elegant than a setting sun. You finally found your sky. And flew....

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This poem was written in: 4mins

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The world is mine
Just waiting to be plucked
And your just another mass
Waiting to be fucked
Too many causes
Too little too late
My world is waiting
In grim anticipation
For an unbiased,
Unfathomable
Fate

Untitled-33 created at work, scrawled on a decrepit box

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I am a prisoner in my own skin
So much more than whats underneath
Peel the layers piece by piece
and you will see;
The true version of me
An individual divided
Among every thought and action
There is no remorse; only recourse
When the pieces fall a..w..a..y
Leaving you bare
and motionless

-This is one of many random poems I have written.
Most of which are written in five to ten min. with
little or no editing. - JD