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There is only one elephant,
In each room,
For every paying customer.
 Aug 2020 Jordon Rivir
All these puppets wear bright smiles
While I let my mouth form a frown
They stare in wonder at the sky
As I feel my gaze drifting down
I’m told to stand and dance with them
But I am content on the ground
Sinking deep into the cobalt sea
I’d rather breathe it in, and drown
It’s much more comforting to sit alone and cry, than give in to society’s expectations and lies.
Don’t hate

that which you


but instead,

love that

which you can

The legend goes
the old poet
blind and frail
recites a verse
and something
coalesces wet
on my face
a knowing
flowing down
to a curse
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