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Push

Blatant stabs of jitters and caffeinated desperation know just how and where to push us. Is it a they, am I a we? Statements and rambling questions push forward in line but they're out of order. A speaker of hope and frequent lover of bold microphone stands, the hopeless push for the stage. Bombs and baby cradles are not important during this time, the money-hungry take advantage stretch the truth and push the innocent. Helpless creatures are doomed by their own kind, but there are the few who dare to push for something worth fighting for.
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monica-belle-brand
American
Published
Mar 15, 2012
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