We were like marauders rushing to a raid.
To pillage, plunder and take,
From each other in those days.
In a conquest to just feed lust,
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There are times when they come,
We all find ourselves...
Repeating those needs.
As if afirmations,
...
Fixed in place to market escapes,
And entertain with distractions.
Pastimes divert to deviate numbed minds.
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However it happened,
My mind is quick to provide...
Instant distance.
The moment nonsense is sniffed,
...
Intentions done,
Can not be erased to undo.
And even in the presence of warnings given,
Nothing painted in the picture...
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Disparities are known,
And only shown to be of interest...
To reveal the effectiveness,
Of divisions and widening gaps.
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Why do you do what you do with a stuck clutch?
Or are you proving you can drive and do it without limits.
Why you do what you do with a stuck clutch?
Or is this your way of showing me,
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This is the first time,
I have actually come inside your store.
There is so much variety.
Where should I begin?
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There comes a time in one's life,
When silence becomes the preferred company.
Joined by a peace of mind invited.
Providing what has been needed,
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Oh it's amazing...
In these days and times,
People are still found to be...
In a deepened sleep.
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