Oxymoronic Me

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Poem: English · Categories: Non-Erotic · Tags: , ,
Date: January 28, 2016 (2 years ago)



I am not me, when you found me lost;
Alone in the crowd and silently screaming.
Numb in painand wholly broken;
Clearly confused and desperately hoping...
For an angel of death to come and end
This simply complicated deadly existence.

Unawarely sensitive to my grounded plight;
Unconsciously aware of my shadowed light.
A core to my hollow and the wheels of my barrow;
You're at where I'm not, I am thus when you're that.
The end is beginning and shining darkness is rising;
With you I would blindly see no matter how bleak the morrow be.

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OxyMora

Joined: January 28, 2016 (2 years old)
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wickd.witz
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January 28, 2016 (2 years ago)

Faved ! Love it ! Be my friend now or die. :D

THE FACT THAT THERE IS A HIGHWAY TO HELL BUT ONLY A STAIRWAY TO HEAVEN, SAYS A LOT ABOUT THE ANTICIPATED TRAFFIC NUMBERS.

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