not another one

It's not clear
when the sense of terror began

and it shelves life like merchandise

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Pollution

Language ran beyond acceptable areas

a factory approach improved it
made it less smoky

but its masks
are unusually heavy these days

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Courageous

It must be difficult, failure.

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in need

Be reasonable:
you could cough up
another ray of hope.

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don't

wounded eyes
erode many an honest man

cover them.

we are all equal

join hands.

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beat

It is time to catch a break.
Probably.

However,
A good collapse
Is another way of having fun.

I'm not trying to hurt
Anybody's feelings,
But your woes could be
Just another mirage.

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Named Outsider

Exposure carved the world on her heart;
The eye continues opening
silence, working a slow escape
from known boundaries.

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as rain

stirred up their inspired opinions on controversy
again

I tried different words
giving up on their feelings

it's about time

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old

Mirrors taunting children,
recreating beautiful remnants
before time and numbers arrested them.

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some pride

Worship little.

The steady gaze, like a priest,
stoops to conscience even in modest light.

I am answerable to less nourishing tides.

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star

The whole morning stumbled in,
and in the candlelight
I was alone, trying hard
to hold a little bit of belief.

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Just

The stranger sat around drinking coffee.
Slumped low, ageless, he told me
that his suicide was dismissed
as inauthentic.

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Down Times

The whole story was talked into me
in the middle of the night

And eventually the years leaned far back
and I didn't want to hear much more about my home

I know you're not going to believe this

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reign

His hands, the world,
His face in tears,
History hunted down the end,
Diminished with delight.

It took some time, weathering
Him until muted eyes
Watch, maybe with surprise,
In near darkness.

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new fire

I remember thin fingers that threatened a terrible setback.

The old turn for the worse streamed in
yesterday; it seems to be coating the home in smoke.

The air boxed us up, blacking out many days.

Stubborn things we normally wouldn't say
stretched out now, reopened.

And I chose to stay in harm's way until the end.

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nothing but smoke

you feel good
buzzing around any amen chorus

the good guys are stealing hyenas
in a meaningless story

it is too late to rationalize

no one is going to feel good

one thing that we could all agree on

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forget authority

a rosy steel and cement city became dismal over years
monumental, obvious
sober truth slated in its culture

it is in a state of optimistic demolition
the cost of encouraging words
addressed to the future

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