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school-mandated poetry: day 5 / abecedarian
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2018-01-10
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Anybody is capable of aspiring to
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Become something more, but it is something few
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Captive souls aspire to. Why? Is it this
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Doddering old coot at the steeple with words of
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Enmity? A
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Fear of freedom? The stereotypical image of a nuclear family
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Gaily partaking in a Sunday stroll to the local meadow to picnic?
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Hate is not necessarily a bad thing
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It is a strong emotion, yes, a naturally destructive one
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but Joy can just as easily spring from a reversal, a
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Kind word spoken on a
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Lonely street. A
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Maternal protection. A
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Nauseous copulation between lovers, the
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Open horizon of Sol and Luna constantly
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Pitting one against the other. A
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Queen from a
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Ruddy and trashy neighborhood,
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Slaving through learned dependence and a
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Turmoil of emotions not yet equipped to deal with.
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Unless I escape this golden-gilded cage, I will suffocate under a
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mirror reflection of
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misplaced Vanity and
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Worthlessness
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something something something
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XYZ
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CC BY-NC-SA 4.0 (c) Vane Vander
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