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Circulation
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Created on 5-8-08
circulation
a pattern of complex design
keeping us alive
our expiration date at the end of every route
counting down to that one last breath
the circulation never ends
but begins
starting over
blood pumping through your veins
the obstruction in your chest
your heart
hinders the dagger im pushing in
prohibiting the blage from penetrating the goal
of continuing its journey
to the core
of your circulation
Please Login to post comments| On May 13th 2008 deadpoet Said : | |
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this was different than most things i've read on here, but i liked it |
