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Sweet lust hold me so pure
Nothing can tempt me from what I desire
The aching need of everyday's light
For lust I am
Slave
 Jan 2016 Wandering soul
Day
Fallen
 Jan 2016 Wandering soul
Day
I'm an angel in disguise
You just can't see past
The broken wings
We are
Born like this
Into this
Into these carefully mad wars
Into the sight of broken factory windows of emptiness
Into bars where people no longer speak to each other
Into fist fights that end as shootings and knifings
Born into this
Into hospitals which are so expensive that it’s cheaper to die
Into lawyers who charge so much it’s cheaper to plead guilty
Into a country where the jails are full and the madhouses closed
Into a place where the masses elevate fools into rich heroes”
Not a big fan, but when he's on, he's on and here he is.
ghostly silver pools
gnarled and twisted silhouettes
moonlight on the path
Haiku
 Jan 2016 Wandering soul
MS Lim
Spring comes without sound
clouds drift in no direction
the moon knows its place
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