Because of a tiny imperfection,
I throw the paper away,
And realize,
We treat people the same way.
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The velocity of my thoughts,
Terminal.
Rising out of brain,
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Aggression is progression
In an animalistic sense
Are we animals?
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You are my Chernobyl,
The abandoned place no one goes.
Only spoke of from a memory,
When the air was warm,
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An Apology To My Grandpa
What is in a name?
I often contemplate.
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Falling Asleep On The Phone
Polycarbonate,
Plastic and glass.
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