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This is where the bits of unfinished  , forgotten , lost bits of my poems lie . i might update , change or mix some later .

Hypo-crisis

I believe in an unknown deity

In my mystical internal divinity

In an almost illogical eternity

And my will power above insanity

Still i live a hypocrite face to face

Yeah, i know i shouldn't transgress

But that only slows down the pace

Methods, religion, belief, can’t just erase

The living definition of fell from grace.

I co-wrote the free men's constitution and yet i own slaves.

I live on top of tall buildings but my mind is still a cave

I am the face of ethics but can't stand the reflection of my face  

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Like the bee's affair with a flower's fragrance

Her bold overconfidence calls out to my unchallenged arrogance

They both descend from the top of a peek

For a silly little game of hide and seek

Entangled in the motion of the rivalry

Emotions flow but neither will commit

Egos above, all against chivalry

The stakes are high but "who will admit?”

If love and hate had a tie it would be the passion

That strangely familiar no-man's land

That separates desire and attraction

Where each falls in love's quick sand

With the soul you met as sole way to salvation

But we're both too proud to lend a hand 



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