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Published: 2013-01-01 00:54:20 +0000 UTC; Views: 94; Favourites: 1; Downloads: 6
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I thought of a time,Nature spirals and finds,
Locked in my memories
Kept in a safe, remembering not to fake.
The key pocketed by protecting a lie.
Cherubs, angels, things with wings that cry
I toss and turn in this mud only I can
churn
To my disgrace the candle wax drips,
all over my burning face.
Not illuminating the answer
Or action I need to take.
So push me along the line
Watch me dwindle alone and blind
Dismayed again by confusion within.
My father turns left,
My Mother turns right,
At a fork in the road that leads to gods amusement,
and all I'm left with is a state of confusion.

