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Random Poem:

It's like This
KAashg

It’s like this;
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Hazy,
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‘Reality’, is hard to comprehend.
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We move by instinct
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By shaping and breaking,
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Willing others
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to bend.
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It’s like this;
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I forget so much
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Run from cities because they scare me.
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People,
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so many people
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Bright lights
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and a      dirty    intimacy.
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It’s like this;
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like nothing.
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Because you have to get out to see it for real.
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I came home without much to say
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the empty space of a savant mind-
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Nothing
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to feel.
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It’s like this;
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I was never disillusioned (?) enough to think he was the ‘one’
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This place it, permanence.
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But... the shade falls towards me
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and I keep moving my lawn chair
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following the sun.
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It’s like this;
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I hate politics
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or add an ‘I.A.N.’ if you’re so inclined.
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My dad GW, my mom Nader,
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and I?
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I was just 17... six months too young
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to make a choice
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but here I am
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two years later
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and now am I old enough to
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have a voice?
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Because a woman should have a right to her life
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A child a place to learn to read,
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and the environment,
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that fickle political label we peg to every crazy green...
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well this Earth,
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she has nurtured us, babied us, raised us,
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and as far as I can see...
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But the arguments are nothing
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Nothing but words warped by anger
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Unwilling to bend.
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All I’ve got is a feeling
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to work off of
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A feeling,
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and I’m too young,    they say
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Naive.
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    I hate politics, anyway.
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They separate the same side.
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We are all just humans, after all
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but that’s another argument,
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and they say
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    Arguments lie.
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It’s like this;
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Rhythmic,
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The slipping of hours into a day.
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The sky turned red last night in a forgotten flash of passion,
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of a time years ago
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when it Remembered
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what to say.
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