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written in madrid on 7-18-02 (Free verse) by durk
all my thoughts
are giving me a headache
the only thing that is real
is that everthing is fake
sometimes i wish the world would swallow itself in an earthquake
start anew
no one would know
who was who?
nothing- we would see
but the sky
and the earth
there would be nothing of a Virgin Birth
no rules, no regulations
no ethnic or racial confrontaions
just a new start
no fruit we couldn't taste
no animals we woule waste
when nothing will be
is when we'll be free
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