That I Can Live

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Underneath the beating blanket of society,

Underneath the glamour ,

and glitz,

and cotton,

and thread,

and black leather boots,

and blood,

and bone,

and sinewy muscle,

and skin,

 

lies me

 

itching, scratching, clawing

to break free from it all:

 A lioness labeled a fawn,

A lioness labeled

an owl, a tiger, a frog, a rabbit, a sloth, and a snake.

 

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People have called themselves

dispicable,

dreadfully dull,

and indolent,

and people have called me

better and worse by far.

 

Yet,

I am just one of many,

who will perish,

"Dust to Dust."

 

So I don't care to sort the labels,

 to document the myself, 

and to fake happiness,

when i could be

truly happy

cherishing

every

single

golden

glowing 

life-filled

moment

that I can live before the end.

 

 

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