Danny Villela-Guzman Poems

I do not fit the means of production
I am not a cog
When the world runs on systems, how do I proceed to function?
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Why wish upon plastic glow stars?
When you can wish upon the four ladybugs
Always crossing from rafter to white rafter
Ladybugs might land on you in your sleep
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Two months against three years,
Nearly perfect.
A cruel game turned on its head
And I was pinned under the board
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-loneliness
-heartbreak
-on my own
-home alone
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