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In Progress -------------------------- Fragments of history fragmented speech I thought poets embody the good. Cultural/intelligent, respectful, kind-hearted, etc. dealing with the (mis) fortunes of man and humanity, surely these creatures will be good roll models a heap of energy waiting to help. no, they are mostly unmeasured words and mannequin babes who swoon with [their] perfection or empty flattery who try to deceive and lose at their own game and those who cant....... because at the end of the night they think wits=fame who wake up on the most beautiful of mornings and complain how everything is still the same, sure it is with that attitude and measured frame.
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