Deceitful

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Media Control

Media Control

From who you vote into government
To the colour of your hair you dye
Media control
It'...

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Loathsome Lothario

Loathsome Lothario

You think you could do better-
Always,
You look into a mirror and see a fake image smiling...

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FALL

FALL

the autumn leaf has fallen
from glory
gone is the green,
naivity..
tacking down...

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what becomes ?

what becomes ?

you may enter in
and take
my prize posession
in the night
like a forrest tiger...

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Before I go

You know I kind of get it and now I actually see, that you have been deceitful and you always lied to me, I...

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what you never bothered to...

what you never bothered to discover

a humble piece of toast
unless..
you toast it for me
it needs to be, rotated in...

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I'LL WAIT IN THE CAR

I'LL WAIT IN THE CAR

Beach ball...

Towel...

Cooler...

Lunch...

Snack...

Snack......

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Songs of Life

No one around me
Talks like I sing
Not even whispers
They just scream
Leaving...

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The Lost Tribe

The moonlight appeared pale
One cold night in the fall
The stars barely sparkled
As...

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Mocking Mirrors

Are you becoming desensitized to your own emotions?
They`re not important to you
because...

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Attention Seeker

Attention Seeker

Attention seeker
You are so vexatious
Type the question you have into Google
Don't...

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Henry the Eighth

Henry the Eighth

If electronic surveillance extant at height of British sovereignty
many a coup d'etat
would...

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Part I - Fallen

Part I - Fallen

Designed with harmonious perfection,
an exquisitely crafted garden,
the Master's work of epic...

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Money sucks

Money sucks

Listen

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His Trap

His Trap

I saw beyond the fire to the dim light beneath
All the right words were said, but through sharp...

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Bloom

The doubt grows in my mind like a blooming rose with many layers and deep shades. It's hard to pick which...

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conspiricy

conspiricy

my ears are broken,
they have listened too long
to untruths and embroidery
In youth,...