Abdul AlSerri

She is every abortion's byproduct representative to a world not concerned about depersonalization of future self.
The fear of her power is culled only by it's blade.
Her will for suicide is surpassed only by her desire for attention.
The intangible hope of being unique in a world of conformists.
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I'm a satelite.
Never objecting, I'm a satelite peering across as I'm dragged around.
I effect more then I can comprehend, bearing witness upon you who shows none of me. The orbit from this syndicate invoked to rip me apart.
I'm a satelite, my core though writhed coalesces strong.
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Innoculated dreams and desires sprawled on the bedroom floor. 
Passive retreat into unconscious thought.
Eyes fogged, the glare outside enough to singe and evaporate the confidence I had.
The feeling purged by the reconciliation with my isolation.
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Cemetary days, crawling on the beach searching for glass.
Symmetrical sounds ricochet from your ears, reaching your hands horizon.
Lingering thoughts spew out of a gas chamber suffocating your mind
Like love that is lost the process repeats it's self until you conform to the horror.
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