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We want all Democrats to behave
As though they truly and genuinely believe
In a True Democracy
Push comes to shove
Paper to pen
Tears leave my cheek
Feeling the ocean's waves of emotion again
Sitting in the dark pit of my room
I look up at the ceiling
When I realized
Give in to the nrom,
What's the harm in that?
A good little robot
Trained to think like them.
Not for me.
I'm breaking out, a runaway,
Trying to be who I really am.
The road will be harsh,
A simple note,
Played on worn piano keys
A paint brush,
Painting wet soaked leaves
Note after note,
The music from your soul,
Music makes them whole
Paint and a brush,
She breathes into me
Like a gentle wind
On a hot summers day.
She feeds me all I need
And gives me all I like.
Filled with such a beauty,
I am never alone.
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