Graphic Human Nature Poem by Robert Beksinski

Graphic Human Nature

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Too far, too gone
I am but a mystery
Detached from the rest of the world
Too unique, too deranged

I am but a madman
Sleeping on my cloud of nails
Too deprived, too fulfilled
I am but an ironic thought

Desires and wishes have left me with nothing
Too confused, too alive
I am all but existent

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