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coil

Updated on March 25, 2014

the snake wraps round and round

no where to go

names called.... shut ups

coiled tightlly,

dreaming of institutions of insanity

but they were just fooling

with all my money-

i walked in- the fool

i always am.

everything i ever was

never existed.

people live like animals here

clouds of methenphetamine

( i can spell the poison)

greet me and my dying dog every evening.

the destruction of ego is complete.

i'm insane

or they're insane,

or both

but certainly i must be

for being here.

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      Eiddwen 3 years ago from Wales

      Great poem and thanks for sharing Lily.

      Enjoy your day.

      Eddy.

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      Brenda Barnes 3 years ago from America-Broken But Still Beautiful

      Just keep your spiritual and emotional distance love. Bide your time and one day you will have a peaceful place all your own that no one can contaminate. Love to Athena. Tell her I pray for her as I do you.

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      Lillian K. Staats 3 years ago from Wasilla, Alaska

      Thank you, love, me

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