(Feb.25,1992 / Some Army Hospital in Georgia)

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A Chaotic Place

Shapes, PlacesThings, BeingsMine eyes cannot see themEars cannot hear.No smells, No tasteIt's all abstractit's all goneWhat is truth? What is false? Where does the happiness begin? When does cruelty fade? Never, neverAs a clock does tickAs the wind does blowChaos will only grow

Submitted: Wednesday, August 06, 2008
Edited: Saturday, September 27, 2008


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