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 Oct 2016 Stephan
Ramin Ara
Palace
 Oct 2016 Stephan
Ramin Ara
To build up
a ruined heart
Is far better than raising
a palace
 Oct 2016 Stephan
Ramin Ara
Mother
 Oct 2016 Stephan
Ramin Ara
The mother's lap
Is the first teacher
Of a child
it's a lot like
when you're
picking berries
all day
and enjoying
the bursts of
**** and
sweet
on your tongue
when
all the while
the dark
red juice
is running
down your
wrists and
quietly soaking
the tips of
your fingers
and they sort
of just silently
adapt
and
accept this
foreign but
familiar
deep
red stain
so set within
the ridges and
ripples
indistinguishable
from the actual
grooves
and
pink of your
real fingerprints
that
you don't
even notice
when it
finally
starts to
fade
away
The world makes me mad

Everything makes me mad,
You make me mad,
Everybody else makes me mad,
I make myself mad

Time makes me mad,
There's too little of it
Chores and obligations makes me mad,
There's too much of it

Life makes me mad,
You got things set up right in front of you,
But it's hard to change course from normality

This all makes me mad,
So I'm basically wasting my time being mad,
Leaving no time left to make myself happy...

Isn't it sad?
And you know what?
That makes me more mad than anything else...
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