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Aug 2016
It
It lived in a time
of not ruin and war
but of where cyber bullies and college core classes
lived in the spur

Of the moment,  of the long run
don't shift the audience's attention to the fallen
who work for $7-8.00 an hour
while the world tastes the fast food; greasy fake and sour

Where the only laughter
spawned from integrity and love
but when up close revealed instead selfishness and lust
as their true colors
are not the bright red, pink, blue
but are instead the shadowy parts of them that suffer
the rotting colors of remorse anger and death
and fear and sorrow too

Of not making it into college
of not living the dream
no dreams are made up of teams
although it always does seem
that our teams are made up of
spleens of broken shards
of other dreams
that were never meant to be

It doesn't know how to live for itself
without bending to the demands of others
surrounded by inhumane ******* it is compelled
to look upon the devils as fathers, mothers, sisters, brothers

Family---PAH!--- what does it mean
it means blood related flaws and neurons and genes
nothing else more to love and be seen
of all the blood types not one is serene
enough to refrain from spilling any other's blood onto the scene

It's world is ruled by technology combined with lust
the kind that urges them to live in either
the moment or the future
yes they must die doing something they love
or at least die trying.
Reality
winter sakuras
Written by
winter sakuras  20/F/somewhere only we know
(20/F/somewhere only we know)   
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