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Am i stupid for thinking
You weren’t imperfect,
When in reality you were.
I can’t feel the pain
Rolling over plain sands
Confused who to be with.
Should they follow my heart,
A place where no water roams
For a thirsty soul.
But part of my mind
Shivers
Underneath windows closing
Me away sunlight shown
in swirls of poison.
This poem is about:
My community
My country
Our world