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Jun 2016
all my heroes
became stereotypes
and littered the streets
with decrepit versions of
honesty and fame
I tried to pick up
all their pieces and
put them back together
but the shards of people
cut deep
and I didn't want to bleed
like that
they shall remain
nameless, now,
I don't want to disrupt
anyone's final parade
charade
we all died
in the end
anyway
Maddy Van Buren
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Maddy Van Buren
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