Mortal Sin Number One

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She is everything good

And everything bad

She's every dream men have ever dared have

Because she reaches depths

Inaccessable to ordinary people

She holds dreams in seed of deeds

And plants them deep in my mortal needs

And visions change for every trade made

By the hands of those un-trained

In the ways of seduction

And restriction

Nothing changes here and now

And feelings make 180 come abouts

To re-present to me

What they represent in timeless void

And I suddenly understand the noise they're making

And let my emotions scream

Like baffled banshees to the world

And confused screams from my stumbling tongue

Perplex my already bemused ears

So I shut up and sit down

And stare at a wall that's more drunk than I am

And I spin in early morning oblivion

Stars hazey through smoggy blurred eyes

And I sigh...

In the sin of boredom

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Why don't you look at Prison
by: Colin Spadoni
from: Auckland, NZ

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