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Sunday, November 18, 2012

You Could Have Been a Song that Sings, Instead You're Just a Drone that Dreams.

Jealousy is hypocrisy
with a touch of flint,
it sets a fire so easily.

Modesty
now non-existent
it never changed a mind,

and somehow the stratosphere
still ripped your brain to shreds.

With pieces so far out there
that your thoughts
are not your own.

As if someone programmed you
to be a mere drone
instead of the song
that sings to us all.