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Looking for truth

( Infinite the stories spoken )

Looking for you

Amid the shadows of youth

( And the days )

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We are such as we are something
Bought and sold

We wander safe places bartering our possibilities
For images of pain

We are old

We are  already fourteen

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We are not loved
( we shall never be loved )

We do not love
( we shall never love )

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IT IS NOT OUR BODIES WHICH ARE --- UGLY

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The blood and the mud and death and the stink
( we mingle )

Writing poems

Throwing words out
To ride the winds
Of destruction

And hatefulness

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Oh I know you now

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You are those whom it is useless to know