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Sun, 03/04/2018 - 19:28 -- Mateos

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

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