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siryam (m)
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Cacophony and raucous jest Spells out time; in waiting Tired faces and disgruntled looks Sum up our trials Sum up our fears
Discordance reigns far into time Beating sense to second place Status changes occur quickly Bought time and tickets Inspire wrong, Inspire evil, Inspire rubbish. A festering heart explodes In bloody bursts of anger Rotten corpses litter the hall Perfumed and well dressed corpses But corrupt corpses none the less In their living they have died So many times Of course they have died So many times.
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sisimose (f)
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i love your poem who ever you are, i really love it. 
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denex
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This is a great poem, considering the fact that I have been inside Akin Deko Hall myself. It's lovely. You have a wonderful imagination. All the same, Great UNIBEN!
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RuuDie (m)
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Oh boy, you just put it down exceptionally --- its a great read! absolutely divine use of the literary devices; big Willie Shakes woulda really been proud of this one ! BIG-UPS !!
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