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Utopian Fragments

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guy traiber tiptoeing between perfect shards

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Utopian Fragments | guy traiber tiptoeing between perfect shards About On the Walls (Published Work) The Zen Pocket Book of Irrelevant Answers (not so much) More of Me Copyright Note Utopian Fragments ~ guy traiber tiptoeing between perfect shards Search: The Song I Never Wrote 31 Wednesday Jul 2024 Posted by D! in Reflective , Second Drawer - Poetry , Z - In a Great Need for Bamboo Massage , הכל - and all ≈ Leave a comment This is a commentary on a song i never wrote, not for lack of vowels, but for lack of courage. At some point, i learned to hide the anger, like you hid a golden coin. I should have learned (oh, how i hate this word ‘should’) to turn the rage into a hammer to smash the fake altar of the fake gods. Oh, the fake G-D. Rage, sweet rage, everything they say about you is true and reeks of lies. With your sweet drums, i could have taken down the walls, and with the walls, the paintings hanging on them, and with those, the peopl...

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