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Written by Oak McIlwain, June 12th, 2008
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Just a creature in the swamp
Never mind a childs trump
Can never give whatever is…
To be in time and time to be
Survival is my only friend
In two devised when hives pretend
It is the life of one and only
Only one to be so lonely!
A cavern in my mind to be
a lonely stroll around the meet
Avoidance lives in dancing games
to play would be a rare delight
Only pain - merely fright
you are digging into my side
On the left ; the only path
You are here (right) beside my
Stifled laughter in abundance
My mind is liquid
Only shaping allows negating
Of interest is the rythms I speak
Betwix the light in you i keep
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