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Untitled
By Lythodaemil
Hearts stamp to the beat
of the droning tune on the ballroom floor
bodies twirl in the black light
spirits always on high
guttural tones of bands unknown
fill your ears till they bleed
this punk wasteland you sit
neither high nor drunk
you wonder why you are here
slam your palm to the floor
and stand up
open the exit and free yourself
the depression of life
inhale the air
no longer stagnant
fresh full of life
to a liter tune
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© 2007 Lythodaemil
Published on Sunday, September 16, 2007.
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On Sunday, September 16, 2007, sIo
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wrote:
i'm going to be bold and make a suggestion....third to last stanza 'free yourself/the depression of life' okay the way i read that it says you're freeing yourself from that place going INTO the depression of life....
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On Sunday, September 16, 2007, sIo
(900) wrote:
.....i know if i continue reading and re-read the last three stanza's it will eventually click to just read it differently, but i just thought i'd let you know...cause it came off REAL confusing at firt...and well written ;)
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