May 17, 2009
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Life is nothing but a dead pigeon on the sidewalk
Nothing short of emotions
I sewed a zipper on my mouth because pointless is talk
No existence of notions
The sun has no meaning
Other than to light each step
Dull colors is what I'm seeing
There's no shine on the lead
Metal's plastered to my mouth
Latched on to my seeing devices
Life's never near around
Meaningless is what Shakespeare "righted"
Cry to expect no sympathy
Weatherless is the seed
Coming from the voice that doesn't exist
With apathy

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