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Mystery Rose
USA
2003

Too often I had keys to a room with no doors
In life of this futile quest I adorn
Spanning chasms of sunsoaked space
It's hard to keep the facade of the pace
My mind has grown sad, bitter and confused
My heart has heavy burden and lost its bloom
Lost in the microscopic nearsighted trance
Riches of enlightment I seek the stance
Carrying baggage that unfolds within me
Would fill a toxic landfill of the mounds of injustice...
One bleeds
Life is like a multifaceted prism
I seek to make mine
All it will take is the hands of time


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