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Soul Sick in Albuquerque on a Bus Lay-over Soul, wondering, troubled sick, undeterred unaltered by vibration, scent from buds, dew-laden boughs Wrapped still in splendor but by the hope of release to go elsewhere, beyond the crumbling decay in all things bottled in demise Capped and sold as inevitable to progress by being denied even to exist. |
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If you can't identify with this then leave it the fuck alone. JCH
This Poem was Critiqued By: DeniMari Z. On Date: 2012-06-27 14:59:22
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 10.00000
I see a troubled soul who is discouraged around beauty but is hopeless in finding pleasure or continuing on in this way through life.
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