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reflection (Free verse) by xunitedx

we listen to preachers, presidents, and teachers hoping they tell us the meaning we hide from strange creatures under the bleachers just to live longer while dreaming we wander through valleys, back streets, and alleys searching for what is the truth we attend ballys, live concerts, and rallies just to find innocence left us in youth

wilco 20-Apr-04/4:20 PM
When I filled the salt shaker with glue,
She beat me, beat me with her shoe.




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