round and round it goes
we drink the waters of Lethe
the world indifferent

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burgundy sari
drapes into a laughing eye
behind baby's face

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wisdom determined
wrinkles through age
and through innocence

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All that effort over
She made it into the world
Give her a big hand.

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deep serenity
but still a nip in the air
life begins again

white light and dark dirt
perfect flowers spin like wheels
singularity

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Earth mothers kitchen
life blooms
madness descends

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one thousand yard stare
hands paused memory churning
roots found in black dirt

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alone with flowers
she loses herself again
hoping to bloom soon

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I feel the earth move
In my hand, mindless kneading
Sexual tension

A geeks wet dream
Creaming pants
Whilst joystick killing

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dangerous vision
we are all terrorists now
death comes here unseen

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Heroes of the hour
Top gun rules in a cocoon
The real world awaits

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sit back and relax
video game generation
outside slowly dies

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as those behind drones
cruel objectification
maintains boundaries

Cerulean sky
Colours change to cinnamon
Strands of cloud alight

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we share a vision
the archaic revival
a beach lost in time

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Modesty becomes
There are no drapes to open
No tongues of water

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clouds swarm to the land
the glowing heavens shine on
life regenerates

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foreboding skies lurk
a couple of rocks stand firm
let's dance one more time

a glimpse of the attic
through Dorian Grey's lowered blinds
just leave a message

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Beauty is skin deep
It's what's underneath that counts
Mona Lisa smile

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How to move forward
no master
no sense of control

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he crumbles apart
smiling blindly mutely
military man

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hazy, crazy eyes
welcome aboard my spaceship
and the heavens laugh

mass destructive art
hallowed, sterile wings of kings
a world upside down

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masters of war feign
disavowing the profane
whilst praising death art

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the art of death
glorious, 'awesome', thoughtless
the death of art

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no it's not misplaced
war machines and marbled halls
perfect harmony

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an airborne siren
lands with a silvery crash
the debonair wreck

high above our heads
on a tinselled sepulchre
a pentacle burns

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Molotov christmas tree
Fires of revolutions
burning bright

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in a festive mode
the giant dalek have come
to exterminate!

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petrol and balsam
paper cardboard and tinsel
makes the brightest tree

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Christmas is over,
And while the wife is out, I'll
burn this fucking tree!