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Aug 2019
Us
You are different and so am I
But why is yours superior and mine a lie?

Your feet are adorned in gold, you might **** gold too
I eat barley paste out of hand, but that’s my life, that’s true

The scorn on your face, your eyebrows raised, your nose crinkled in disdain
My face, my clothes are all you see, but there…you missed the pain

Built by the same flesh and heartbeat we are
Yet I am the **** in the soil, while you reach for stars

Do you know my name? I would be surprised if you do
Nameless, faceless, clueless ****, are they allowed names too?

As I dissolve, dissipate and crumble into none
You too will powder and grind, as our fates are in fact one
Written by
Vik Verse  31/M/Sydney
(31/M/Sydney)   
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   seraph
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