Matt Logan Poems

Power of deception, blinding my every sight.
Great pressure reasuring my undesirable fate.
Mind games proclaimed and supported from among.
I don't understand why i just cant stand up.
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Asking of what can't be dreamed.
What can't come true is what i think of me and you.
Strange attractions have come to my mind.
A wishful thinking that could have made me blind.
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This is but a lie.
Hateful words about what i despise.
Carressing hands from all around.
But not to gentle when i'm unwound.
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