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Me + Plato

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disturbed on a journey in the mind

the thoughts on the streets are literally void

what can exist cannot now be undone

no one seems to care whether i can unwind

whispers on the street get louder

sounds like a troubled boy out there

where the corners of the map are fetching

and tears in the paper note a false start

at the otherside of darkness is the heart i should be touching

in my way are Kings, Queens, Commoners and Tarts!

i say to you my mind is in an altered state

the colors are varied but the meanings stay the same

cold feet in arid land hence a stockholm syndrome

i promise these are fetishes that are not worth catching

if i can help it i mean to find A true answer

the words of past prophets still ring clear

happiness is to be found in the woman i hold dear

when i have my answer i shall pay Plato homage

will it be true that 'virtue is knowledge'




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Excellent piece- This is by far your best yet! clear and concise a bit of a metaphor but very easy to "unwind". Verbage and flow of this piece is magnificent. I am blown away at some of these verses "cold feet arid land- where the corners of the...

Excellent piece- This is by far your best yet! clear and concise a bit of a metaphor but very easy to "unwind". Verbage and flow of this piece is magnificent. I am blown away at some of these verses "cold feet arid land- where the corners of the map are fetching-and tears in a paper note a false start, Shit man this is your forte, I could read this shit all day long. Fantastic!!!

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