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The ultimatum that has come
Brings obdurate depression,
Makes you think and has you
Use what you have.
There is an obituary that
Never stops growing,
As a nymth passes I think
They may be next.
Tears of plumage makes their
Own typographical death,
The vituperative has broken and
It feels like xylophagous pain.
- by ObdurateInsanity |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 11/20/2009 |
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- Title: Oblivious
- Artist: ObdurateInsanity
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Description:
I woke up one morning bout 3 A.M. and was bored when this just hit me. I am not depressed in any way but i see both sides. Light and Dark. Its kinda funny but hey... I made this poem when I was 12 years old. I have made about 30-40 poems(most are full page) and this was from few years back... next month i will be 16 on Dec. 16 so get your dictionaries ready^^
P.S. I have already put copyright on this and all other poems of mine... enjoy^^ - Date: 11/20/2009
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