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Message to the YouthIllusions of grandeur, spoon-fed to the youth. / Blinders cloak their unsuspecting eyes from truths. / The masquerade of the masses,
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MorningThe evening breeze lingers. / The limbs of the tree branches point out like fingers. / The sun begins to warm and peak about the horizon
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CreativityMy mind is full of broken glass / That before were pretty fixtures / Fastened together with a carefully woven golden sash.
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Runaway KiteMemories glistening as they drift downstream, / Distance causing them to gleam. / Thoughts drifting through on a moonlit night,
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What Once WasBow tie- tightened but hangs askew / Glancing in the mirror he shrugs; tired of the tireless toil of the tie. / Continuing on through a arched door stained brown like the late Autumn leaves.
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BussA wind glides across the brow / A cauterizing of the brain has begun / A cool rushes forth and fills the body
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Words UnspokenOh words that have been left unspoken, / Why must you carry so much weight? / Why can't you string yourselves together
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SchismThe heart desires to stay / Hoping to catch a glimpse of what once was. / It must beat to a new rhythm,
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One BeatTwo students, two seats / Two people, four feet / One day, two meet
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Empty HuskA shattered shell of my former self. / I was whole once, it was us once. / Now we are but a hollowed husk,
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