She redefined a word,
so that it never meant the same,
uprooted from its nausea,
forever set aflame.
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A procreated firmament,
Wearing with the passage of time
Speaks an ugly story of
Intolerance and genocide.
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Correr!
Run away.
Catch up with someone else,
Elsewhere.
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A cul de sac six feet away,
Beckons,
Illustrating an end
Earlier than thought to be.
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A pleasant aura of your presence,
Your mute halo permits me some space,
The trouble with catching the sun,
Are the odds of our unlikely fate,
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I do not know if you call it vile,
I only prayed for bliss.
A cavalcade of happy moments,
To seep through the abyss.
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All I see is blindness and all I hear is mute,
When speech becomes silent, minds offer dispute
And if my words become reticent, and I hate lines on hands
Would I bring purpose to this life, or keep falling till I land?
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