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Out of Control

Out of Control

In a cold attire, over the fire,
I walked a million miles.
Jumbled words like stabbing swords,
Brought me rotten piles.
Deep in pain, drenched in rain,
I tried to make a move.
Each a thought, like broken pots,
Sneaked into my groove.
Bit by bit inside, my heart has grown so wide,
Holding a million souls.
Wrapped in wings, those noble beings,
Hunt for bizarre goals.
I felt a gust, the winds of lust,
A caboodle of broken hearts.
Uncontrolled deals, on brakeless wheels,
The fruits of insane arts.
A sudden thrust on earthen crust,
Brings all senses back.
Errant dreams and agony screams,
Fills each whisy sack.
Let the souls with rampant goals,
Hunt for hidden bliss.
Untold desires from cruddy mires,
Craves for a lusty kiss.
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