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Feb 2019
I am a procrastinator

A spawn
Of I want
And I need

Generation.

Give me when I want.

Take when I need.

Imagine patience.

Imagine craft.

Imagine appreciation
For such things.

To create within
Such confines
Only creates further division
Of intellect and tiers
Of society.

Another division.
Another sect.
Another spectrum.
Another class.
Another percentage.
Another moment when we "thought"
We got so close to unity

But
This
This
And this

Just didn't quite get us there.

What a shame

Of the

Inevitable.
Written by
Mitchell
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