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they ThEY they WERE ALL Wrong- really THEY WERE when they told me but when can they be right? on a school day. between cinderblocks between classes grasps- of skin like the smooth touch of water thirst makes more sense when we are so made of water in our brains and body how can water be wrong water is all right in its place but when THEY come out its just wrongThey are bad water feeding bad plants all in favor of you know who maybe the world will end up flooded after all when the water finally sings its song and reclaims what it wanted all along to be right to be free all right but they are all not rightwriting away on waves of paper everything they say is to be right but they are wrong when they talk they say that being wrong is bliss but i know otherwise rightness is bliss and is righteous and right i know because i have felt the tides, yes tides of what they think is true all in favor of you know maybe it is the same if they are the same rightness and ignorance then i was and will be mistaken all along THEN the Water will have me like it had them all ALONG ALL along a Flood. into the depths i go far from what i have felt from their tides and i go deeper DEEPER DOWN until i know. it is gone bliss it was never there to begin with
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Oct 13, 2015
Oct 13, 2015 at 1:11 PM UTC
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they ThEY they WERE ALL Wrong- really THEY WERE when they told me but when can they be right? on a school day. between cinderblocks between classes grasps- of skin like the smooth touch of water thirst makes more sense when we are so made of water in our brains and body how can water be wrong water is all right in its place but when THEY come out its just wrongThey are bad water feeding bad plants all in favor of you know who maybe the world will end up flooded after all when the water finally sings its song and reclaims what it wanted all along to be right to be free all right but they are all not rightwriting away on waves of paper everything they say is to be right but they are wrong when they talk they say that being wrong is bliss but i know otherwise rightness is bliss and is righteous and right i know because i have felt the tides, yes tides of what they think is true all in favor of you know maybe it is the same if they are the same rightness and ignorance then i was and will be mistaken all along THEN the Water will have me like it had them all ALONG ALL along a Flood. into the depths i go far from what i have felt from their tides and i go deeper DEEPER DOWN until i know. it is gone bliss it was never there to begin with
ethan-johnston
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Oct 13, 2015
Oct 13, 2015 at 1:11 PM UTC
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