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Mar 2014
eventually something turns us
in a certain direction
eventually someone comes
and divides our attention
we are not attentive
we are not paying any mind
to the rule board
we are diving in shallow water
and when our brains spill
wonder why we got this way
what made me this way
who made me this way
when did i become
this
this blood is my fault
i had a choice
and i choose that road
that person
and a hospital setting
shows up and knocks
sense back into you
it never left though
you are not harmless
inflicting those thoughts
but there is masking tape
and staples right over there
anything you might need
to stick it back together
you havent known asthma
until the ring is on her finger
instead of yours
you were never diagnosed anyways
you are not the avalanche
but the innocent tree
just standing there
and the stupid squirl
that always runs into traffic
that is you
that is me
learn to be wise
learn to meditate
on your own
learn to learn
and learn to live
because i have failed many tests
but the semester is continuing
dont drop out
please.
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   Michael Amery and ---
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