bliss
The Utopian Syndicate
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Post by bliss on Apr 3, 2011 22:12:01 GMT -8
Armed with sarcasm As my Shield I trudge Through The sludge To get to muck To get through to the Mire To then surrender And tire Until I whither Then Sire For you I Would Do anything Dyer Splinter In two If asked Imprisoning Myself For A Path A Direction A Connection To aNYthing
Brooklyn Watertower laden skyline Staring Like a blank canvas Begging for layers of paint This canvas begs for aerosol An art crime so vile The sounds of hissing Rattles and shaking with heartbeats and trains Footsteps heard Flight into the night A blackbook Left behind Full of Sketches To never Make it On canvas Lay on the ground in the dark In front of the city's Freshest paint
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