culture is cream

August 30, 2009
in Category: poem
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Culture is cream, the stream of consciousness that cuts through the rock face of fantasy, fantastic fortune finds no home in homogeneity. I hold forth, for my illusion was my grace, a race that rid me of revolting retribution, the infusion was forced upon an unending idea of communication wire. Without the dreams of the open-minded, fact is confided rather than risk it being derided.

dex

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