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She

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Locked behind Xanax bars; trapped between the ocean and stars 

I lie

To rot away the life I have been given; to choose a life of opposition

For Unless one happened to stumble upon a key; I couldn't be, I know not what she
believes, only that through the drugs she sees 

Through storms we sailed, across the ocean without fail, with glowing eyes that impale she is sure to turn heaven from hell

Tortured in my own mind i might remain; projecting the images of the downfall of my domain; she remains the washer of stains

She Implores a true care not too venture to far, for one day you may drift back to the
island locked behind Xanax bars 

For if that day is to come she may have lost the key, praying for strength, I hope I
never leave

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Graham Sherwood

Sun 16th Nov 2014 13:36

Well done for getting off the mark by the way!

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Graham Sherwood

Sun 16th Nov 2014 13:36

Ryan this would read better if you shortened the lines and made them more applicable to each other.

<Deleted User> (9882)

Sat 15th Nov 2014 12:43

very unusual type of poem.Needs a few reads I think.x

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