Vagabond Soul

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the eastern sun

washed away my evening pleasures.

i put away the pipe,

i clean up my face.

still the mirror is blackened.



eyes that strain to see colors,

what is the meaning of remedy?

i misplaced my chaos,

i misplaced my exquisite hatred,

and destroyed my will to fix my own problems.



dry lips covering an aging tongue,

a vagabond soul wishing to be loved.

abnormalities, i am surrounded.

disasters, i am dumbfounded.

i am walking through this dark sky alone.



peeling back the fingers,

waiting for the sting of rememberance.

sadness, i know you.

insanity, i need you.

my own twisted adolescence,

i lived it by the definition.





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