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Mar 2013
Just to feel a better enlightenment,
I will scream.
A transgression can burst into it's own odd combustion,
It must leave sometime.
I must let go sometime.
A girl can walk by me;
An exchange of compliments,
which will mean nothing in two hours.
We as humans surely must know what kind of burden routine prospers in.
Please don't call it pessimistic!
Rather, claim it pragmatic.
I like optimism,
I do!
Believe me or not,
you will discover,
little conversations mean nothing.
My, oh , my.
Is it not possible to laugh?
What a monotone expression you carry (while looking into the mirror).
Are you afraid of connections?
Is it what the world has given you,
that makes you hurt so very badly?
I glanced at you with that man the other day,
the one who causes a more true smile to form on the curves of your face.
Did he cause this?
A man with vacuous essence,
is terrifying;
Is he not?
The people you surround yourself with,
are shallow.
Emerald Proctor
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Emerald Proctor
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