Left away the ticket unstamped.

See now the quick inspiring route,
the slender look of the ever lasting cloud,
that temptation filled void that lingers in the back of your mouth…

hush the whispers in the wind,
while you organize the living being,
and every turn,
you disassemble,
the simple truth,
of whats remembered.

Carbonated and plastered,
not suitable but sanctioned,
simplistic rhetorical argument of the life lead here after.

hush the whispers in the wind,
while you organize the living being,
and every turn,
you disassemble,
the simplest truth,
of whats remembered.

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March 13, 2008

Hey glad I found this poem, it is really good. I like it a lot.