Step lightly son
In the paths that others do
Vanish in plain sight
Perch in the darkest corner
With the best view
Where a scream goes nowhere
Arrested at birth
A filter for perfection
Would only hurt your eyes
To walk in daylight
A foot in front of the other
Hides the brutality
Behind the shades
Tethered only being otiose
Or perhaps obtuse
In the presence of nothing
Find more than a shiver
Whispers from your shadow
The Math on Mass Deportation Doesn't Add Up
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2 comments:
Remind me to stop posting these.
I can't have things on here that people (in the plural sense) actually like reading.
LOL. I'll do no such thing.
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