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Nov 2016
There is nothing worse
Than hearing the faint sobs of an old man.
Who has lived his entire life,
Who knows so much pain,
so many places
so many people.
There is nothing worse
Than seeing the snot running
Down his face and him attempting to
Wipe it on his sweater
While telling his family
That he will soon be gone.

There is nothing worse than
Only being able to notice
a political downfall
Through the cries of an old man,
Announcing his banishment.
But there may be one thing,
It may be possible the cries of his children
And his wife
Are even louder and
Angrier than his.
It is possible the sadness
Spreads through veins quicker than
It is possible his blood is their blood
And now they will be millions of worlds

And it is definite that death is upon him,
That telephones do not exist anymore,
That a letter does nothing but **** a tree.  
That family is dead.
It is definite that he will not be able to survive in a place
Where gunshots sound the streets and there is no love.
No love at all.
Because with no love,
It is possible there is no life.
impractical thoughts
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impractical thoughts  18/New Jersey
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