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Feb 2021
guilt trips & misfits
throwing fits & doing splits in mid air.
we bipolar, multifaceted, got many faces
& too much purpose over here.
we clear spaces & land
to farm energy &
demand form to form new specie.
=
like grasshoppers at your neck,
long jump over correction;
respect me for exactly who i am.
Written by
the black rose  F/the islands
(F/the islands)   
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   Terence Chinnery
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