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like a satellite,
he navigated the way through life.
portraying images of the earth,
he knew where to leave the knife.
in the kitchen of course you'd say,
but how many have taken it to play?
he would tell you a million reasons why,
you shouldn't give in to temptations in fright.
he would tell you that he was still recovering,
from critical scars and blood red longing.
maybe it was too late for him,
he has lost the battle of living.
but maybe his starless eyes,
could awaken something in you.
maybe you could be him,
but better.
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Poesia❝ i took some food for thought, it might be poisoned. ❞ POETRY | PROSE | THOUGHTS © walkinglovesong 2017 HR : 190 | POETRY
