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antithesis

I'm putting on my flowing cape to contrast against these skin tight words, delivering truth, freedom, beauty, hope, love, joy, sex, war hate, passion, and emotional genocide I'm flaunting my anatomy in mis-measured feet, peculiar textual bulges with evidence of discrepancies, and wondering why the mayor won't call me back.
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Written by
riq-schwartz
American
Published
Aug 18, 2013
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15·50
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I don't have any answers to anyone's problems.

Sometimes I like to think I do.

In those moments, I'm sure I seem this stupid.

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