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Young Blood

We constitute the army of youth, and we

Stand for things that matter far beyond

Breakfasts and dinners, and the chatter of neighbours.

And we also listen to headphone vibes

That spout what's important, and we

Know who our enemies are, and *** and that,

We know too. We know to know news enough

To know there's no matter that matters and

We know everything about injustices

Of the heart and mind, and sometimes

The bone too. Knowledge is fluid in our hands

Like holding an ***** that is warmly wet -

So close but not close enough. We know

More than our parents in all their years and we

Don't care.

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Jul 8, 2011
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