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Jul 2011
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.
Fiona Guest
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