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Mar 2019
intoxicate the lively soul with lies
the obedient will stay grounded,
and the thinkers they shall then pulverize

for mindless madness drifts
falsehoods become candid
and society rifts

nobody knows the bucolic
so humanity must be
holometabolic

so when bumblebees eat their kin  
and butterflies drink blood
i’ll engage in our guilt sin

insecticide
suicide
They clip your wings
so you cannot fly from
this place.
So you can never reach space.
Elizabeth Zenk
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Elizabeth Zenk  19/F/Getting There
(19/F/Getting There)   
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