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the art of dreaming (screaming) (Free verse) by brazen

no dream comes alive as reality ascends to life the wall has toppled over leaving me gasping for breath a world spinning on the head of a nail being slowly driven into the stud compulsively confused I become fighting thoughts back with a shudder those soles are worn thin walking across the barron Earth that soul was worn thin being so dragged into death The One told me this was real lies, opinions, fantasy The One helped me to peel truths, facts, reality The One was me?

brazen 2-Sep-02/9:35 PM
alright, alright...even i, a stubborn man raised and true, will listen and subdue...i just need more patience and guidance...and do you want me to replace EVERY 'the' with 'no' and switch 'birth' with 'death'...i'll call up p. diddy and get with the remix




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