(Inner) VoiceA Poem by Justin
Slaves to society, a haze of delusions.
Conclusions are imminent, you are conforming. Ignoring the call of the soul, a call from the hole in your heart. Quick-start the car, motorized emotions. Mechanical enemies, homegrown remedies. © 2013 JustinAuthor's Note
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