End Lust

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    End Lust

    There's a rock on the shore,
    of the man who's a bore.
    As he labors and sweats,
    showing no sign of regrets.

    Turning and turning
    on some body's yearning.
    Wasting and milling
    without any feeling.

    Their lost in a maze
    evolving the blaze.
    that torches the earth,
    of all of it's birth.

    It singes the masses
    with foul smelling gases.
    Conceived in the rentals
    occupied by the mentals.

    They're feeling much wiser,
    having set off the geyser.
    That ended our dominion
    it's just my opinion.

    You will see: It will be!!

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    If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.

    Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.

    Morris’s Poems (64)

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    HEART SONG 0
    Told U! 0
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    Welcome 1
    Nevermore 1
    Majestic 0
    Strength 0
    The Good Heart 0
    Lights 0
    "Emi" 0
    Time 0
    Nearly Lost 0
    The Promise 0
    Lone 0
    Grace 0
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    Free 0
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    Dreamer 1
    Foreboding 1
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    My Girl 1
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    FADE 8
    SHELL 2
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    Nightmare 1
    Why 12
    INSANE 3
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    FINAL ILLUSION 1
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    CHOOSE 3