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The research has been divided to remember days of old while thinking semantics and old school plethora of expandable knowledge the deems us demons of what ways to turn and what ways to devour our young, because the never-ending strongholds of visions we grasp onto, like kids reaching for the stars, are always setting up separated ( Read more... )

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Burnt and decrepid the beautiful sun
Lost and alone the interesting sun
Dumb and mute the wonderful sun
Used and forgotten the glorious sun

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We were out then, the three of us walking, talking, thinking of what was wrong
What's wrong with the world?
What is wrong with the world?
It's a pageant these kids rise in
With what we rose with and more
yeast to the societal bread
it's a shame ain't it?
who are we to judge
Who am I to win or lose?
It's not a game.

It won't matter that there is no key
it shall be mine now

Staring at a fallen tree,
killed midday by nature's hand
wondering if you were well
well enough to speak to talk
walking home late last night
alone like the little poet boy
struggling against the ridges
baring my teeth to every norm
bend or fall, resist or adapt
is it time to fight or fly
or both

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