We walk the same age together
Though twenty days apart
We walk parallel lives
Similar spaces different paces
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see the world
with an artists eye
feel the world
with a mothers heart
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i write of beauty
to cure my anger
i write of nonsense
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i am a lamb in wolves clothing
they never see me until it's too late
i have to save them from themselves
it's a wildly gentle approach
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sometimes you have to lose yourself
in music
in a good meal
in yourself
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The pleasure I find from up above
Can be done silently or aloud
To lay back in green grass
Let my imagination free at last
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cell in hand
a second at he ready
laptop on deck
no rest for the digitally dependent
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they gather in formation like soldiers
to describe in elegant fashion
a capital idea designed to provoke,
encourage our minds, challenge doctrine
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I'm so glad I'm in my right mind
Some people live in their left
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