Renda Writer Poems

Mismanagement damages the fabrics
Woven by the chosen few
The pointing finger chose you
Red light special
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Maybe this is it
That time of broken back
and empty wallet
That time of broken spirit
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Is this reality?

Or a dream
That I dreamt
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This sunlight
Is making me squint

This sunlight
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Someone's trying to stretch me
And I know who it is
It's not just one person
There's a few people trying to stretch me
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I crawled
Into a ball
Under my desk
And pictured
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