Deep Poetry: Mode

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Monday, April 4, 2011

Mode

Your way of seeing things... Is out the door. And you wish not to believe it. You wish it isn't true but it is. What you believe does not exist anymore. And nothing said to deliver this inside your head, Accepts. You are in rejection mode. Sign in to see full entry.

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