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Through the eyes (Free verse) by MacFrantic Through the eyes
Some sight might seek
To see the world a spinning sea
Of colorful catastrophe
A misanthrope
Or lurching suffocation
Vivid rancor
Viscous libations
A round
Harbored harbinger
Kaleidoscope of sounds
Tearing ears
With rancid
Columned cries
Believe you me
The world is a heavy ender
A sniffling sadist
With the mind of a child
And wild wild hope
For dreams that resemble
Sacrosanct impressions
Of Goodness
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Posted: September 17, 2007 1:42 PM PDT; Last modified: September 18, 2007 8:23 AM PDTWeighted score: 5.023713 Overall Rank: 7486 Comments:
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richa @ 82.2.211.159
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19-Sep-07/2:38 PM
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I get to misanthrope and think wtf. Attributing human motivations to the world. There is a word for that kind of thing.
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