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Tired and yet not weary
Disgusted by myself but still I keep going

Knifes are a welcome escape
But the fear of pain bites stronger

Loved many but do not remember how

I wonder
If we are all such muddled creatures

Why does it seem we are linear

From the outside?
The unruly boiling cauldron of genius
Escaped from the grasps
Of the ignorant
And that was the last time
We heard anything about it
The rat inside laughs
As it thinks of the other rats
Squirming around it
Could not bring my thoughts
To a common outlet
The mesh of spring
Allows your blood-red flowers
To peek through

I could not help but
Smile
At the soft delicate petals
Which would little by little
Rot away into nothingness

For they were lovely
Oh! So very lovely!
On the tip of my tongue
A tiny spark
That could ignite
All of my future
New spring grass

Breaking from beneath a sheet of ice

It has been five decades since we looked back

At the only home we know for now

But times have changed for the worse

It is time we grasp the answers blowing in the wind

And read them out loud

For everyone to understand
The moon falls a thousand times

And the sun rises on the edge of a different song

Sitting in the armchair she pets her pet leopard

And thinks if she should wear red for dinner.
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