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Gumbi
By Phalanx
Don't tell me I'm wrong.
You lie with your soul.
It's not you're fault, you're just too stupid.
You miss place God.
Yes, you love you're wrong.
You won't be the best of this world.
You lack roots.
I can't die.
Make me say what.
I have no sense of humor for dead in a well.
Run frineds, I mean the upmost offense.
Best wishes in mud.
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Copyright 2015 Phalanx
Published on Saturday, September 19, 2015.
Filed under:
"Poetry"
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A former member wrote:
We all lie with our souls no one is truly pure. I mean we are made of carbon that same substance that makes diamonds and a very small percentile are actually flawless and that is because man interjects and uses tools to cut and create these flawless pieces cause the inclusions in them are flecks of carbon seen with the naked eye it's a part of the process of creation nothing is perfect .... Forgive me it's early and I haven't had my coffee :-)
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On Monday, September 21, 2015, Phalanx
(678)
wrote:
Perfectly fine, I actually looked at this not remembering that I wrote it and said, WTF!
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A former member wrote:
Lol I guess we all have those days. Sleep writing?
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On Monday, September 21, 2015, Phalanx
(678) wrote:
Drunk, way too honest with typos writing. LOL
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A former member wrote:
Drunk writes are some of the most viscerally raw and dripping with honesty. There is nothing wrong with that...
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On Monday, September 21, 2015, Phalanx
(678) wrote:
Just smile when you shit funny colors.
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