
Writing

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Welcome To My World
As a little kid
People used to tell me
How they would love
T0 get in my head
And see where my
Questions
Ideas
Thoughts
Answers
Come from
I bet they thought it would be
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This road
This road starts but never ends
It has choices but never a decision
This road loves and never hates
It continues and never stops
This road is improvised by all step foot upon it
It inspires and changes
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tired perfection
The lies are ready on your lips, practiced, you done this a thousand times, but you falter. You falter and shatter the illusion of truth.
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by the victors
Revolutions are bathed in blood,
In death, betrayals, and cruelty.
Yet, we often associate them with freedom,
The oppressed rising against the oppressors.
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daisies
You trace the ridges of the flower.
The sole daisy in this field.
A dot of yellow against a vibrant green.
Your toes burrow in the dirt.
The soil covering your feet.
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We Grew Trees From Our Bones
At dusk, the city climbs into trees. Streetlights fold into branches; apartments blink like nesting owls. Commuters dangle from vines in tailored suits, sipping moonlight through trembling leaves. You knock on my bark-body, and I let you in.