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Stagnate.

Why must something so close feel so far away? Why must something so lovely also be as big and

 

scary as the ghosts hiding under my nail beds? I long for a real world away from these suburban city

 

streets reeking with the secrets and secretions of the American middle class. I long for green trees

 

wrapped around the throats of skyscrapers in an attempt to get them to listen. I wish to see men and

 

women locked in an embrace as strong as love but quite the opposite as they walk lazily to their ever

 

present corporate bloodlines.

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haley-rome
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Dec 1, 2013
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