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Mar 2013
Maybe someday
My lies will become truths

The future awaits
Take me and my blatant misconceptions

I wander searching
Acceptance, forgiveness, praise, simplicity

Why don’t I run
an orphan of society I wish
Streetlight glow and slushed faces
of hope, epicenter of wonder

Tell me.
I can only hope of genuine freedom
I am no maker, no progressive
Innovator by fault

Feel me
Catch me and carry my faults
Heavy and persistent

I don't ever want to leave
Tomorrow is a threat.
Perry Finley
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Perry Finley
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