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Sun-drunk, Cherry-stained ((Title subject to change))
And eating cherries in the morning, I think about Icarus
Young, Golden, Brilliant Boy
So overcome by the freedom
So overcome by the ecstasy of it all
Loves
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writing makes it real
I sat down to write a poem about politics,
About how our country is tearing itself apart,
About how we’ve tried to glue pieces back together,
About how somehow it’s already been a year.
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Hold your Tongue
They say it's for the civilians
when they kidnap citizens.
What they mean is
"For civilians like us."
They tell us to be civil