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Apr 2016
I used to think I was an artist but

I couldn't quite draw the way your lip curled up towards some mocking god
"oh honey, don't you know? artists don't live well"

I used to think I was a philosopher but

My mind couldn't quite wrap around ancient Greek mythology and, anyway
"where you gonna work, the philosophy factory?"

I used to think I was the next president but

I couldn't stand quite still enough to speak in front of the crowds and, "women aren't presidents sweetheart, you should be a teacher"

I used to think I was limitless but

I couldn't quite sprint through that ribbon, at least, not the way they wanted me to.
mrs kite
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mrs kite  north america
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   Mitchell Mulkey, --- and ---
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