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Creation
Contributed by
pecjak
on
Sunday, 18th December 2005 @ 05:19:11 PM in AEST
Topic:
MiscPoems
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Sometimes
I think it is sad
your getting your hands
dirty
from exploring
the garbage
in your backyard,
every day,
digging
ever deeply
into your sins,
devouring the fading remains
of humanity,
drenched into the foul smell
of rotted dreams,
drowning in the excrements
of the Gods
You alone created
Copyright ©
pecjak
... [
2005-12-18 17:19:11] (Date/Time posted on
site)
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