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Jul 2017
Fight hard to be original,
recognized for every syllable.
What's new to be reviewed,
when the world's view is skewed.
....Left....feeling......interstitial.....

If you think it's apparent,
step closer it's aberrant,
a mosaic of ****,
some ******-up *** skit,
but here we sit complacent....

Overcome with images
of young kids in scrimmages....
Oh! What they must be feeling
with these images realing!
This is somehow prestigious?

We get off on misery,
yours, mine, and the assembly
that is, the Universe,
that we scoff at and curse!
I only hope for hopefully....

Everything is relative,
can you be receptive?
Time-space-continuous,
physical superfluous,
the essence of imperative.

I know I've been digressing,
I just want some coalescing.
There is still time to invest,
before we cannot divest,
in whatever Truth we're seeking....

This is your prerogative,
don't tell me how I SHOULD live!
The golden grains of sand,
gritty, grinding through my hand,
my minutes, sifting through a sieve..............
Written by
megan rochelle
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     Rickie Louis and King
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