Not sure when I wrote this exactly. Quite some time ago though, I’m sure. I was angry and I hardly cursed in my poetry.
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there is a paradox in the definite that i don’t seem to grasp.
the parallels are?
deserving stereotypes?
deserving the abstract?
all a bunch of shit.
needing something to stop
needing something to be said
needing nothing at all?
not their fault is what they say
sky that is never grey
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