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I don't know where to begin with this All I can say is that I am tired I was given dreams dreams like fresh fruit Ripening in my palms My world was blue skies and orange slices litchi juice on hands climbing the jungle gym My youth was flora sprouting out the earth branches picked clean we were absolutions I don't know when that all disappeared Grown-ups are supposed to know everything When did I start seeing adults crying more often than I did We are grey specks in the sea tumultuous overwhelming absolute We are droplets whirled into the horror of bloodstains on the road I am lonely Endless Mattress on the sea Floating Sinking Drowning This is carnage terror silent genocide running through our veins The hours are passing The air is smog the trees are dying the fruit is gone
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Jul 17, 2014
Jul 17, 2014 at 7:59 PM UTC
The Hours
I don't know where to begin with this All I can say is that I am tired I was given dreams dreams like fresh fruit Ripening in my palms My world was blue skies and orange slices litchi juice on hands climbing the jungle gym My youth was flora sprouting out the earth branches picked clean we were absolutions I don't know when that all disappeared Grown-ups are supposed to know everything When did I start seeing adults crying more often than I did We are grey specks in the sea tumultuous overwhelming absolute We are droplets whirled into the horror of bloodstains on the road I am lonely Endless Mattress on the sea Floating Sinking Drowning This is carnage terror silent genocide running through our veins The hours are passing The air is smog the trees are dying the fruit is gone
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mishka
South African
Jul 17, 2014
Jul 17, 2014 at 7:59 PM UTC
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