stubborness
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It doesn't take much to change a mind,
unless you have one just like mine.
A choice was given to me just last year,
And I could only think "Oh dear, Oh dear."
I had to choose, go left or go right,
I hike on concrete
toward concrete sky
My oppressors are as easy as nectar
from the mouths of flowers named in Latin
In the clouds I see insincere rabbits
and jagged dragons
