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Flea Dec 9
I walk the streets
Looking for friends
I walk the streets in
The middle of the night
As I am in search of
Of friend life forms
But only to
Be met with hate
Only to be ridiculed
Only to be
Forced to fit in
Michael Falls Aug 2017
Reaching, straining, grasping,
Desperate to reach our promised place.
Never quite getting there,
Fists forever full of air.

Empty promises and crushed dreams,
Memories fall from bitter lips,
Lie and prayers fall on deaf ears,
Meant for no one to ever hear.

— The End —