Minds mould cannot always bend to the will - Look!

A blur of surreal reality:

it’s vivid, a memory, a means 

but travel through years 

and maybe it’s a dream,

or the worst fear:

(for the youth with infantile stretch marks to hear)

Forgotten.

For the youths with flat ironed flesh and barely dogmarked ears,

what we all fear

 is to forget.

Tell the boy with the newly ...

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Feelings that once were hidden
Are now expressed to you.
Days that once were stormy
Are now the brightest blue.

Times that once were lonely
Are now filled with pleasure.
All that once was mine alone
Are now things we both treasure.

Nights that once were cold
Are now comforting and warm.
Fears that once were very real
Are now gone with the storm.

A heart that once was broken
Can now fi...

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TREASURE

Find the X on a map tattooed onto the skin of a dead man, it’s buried gold.

Do anything to get it, kill, burn, destroy to find your treasure. Watch out,

our pals will want it but I won’t let them, I can feel it in my bones.

It’s on the next island according to the map.

Now we arrive, it’s time to start digging.

Suddenly I’ve found it! Gold, rubies, e...

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