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Jul 2018
things weren’t always this way.
death, dancing in my head.
just a jump away.

mama told me I could do something,
be someone.
she told me and told me and told me,
until I couldn’t be told no more.

daddy hurt me ‘cause he didn’t understand.
he never did.
he was a raging fire, enveloping and angry,
I was a tree in the wrong forest.

god said he understood,
he knew it all, he felt it all.
he didn’t.
don’t you know?
god is dead.

the world is so

Written by
paul  California
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